Under the dim yellow light, Mr. Assath was washing his hands in a basin.
Sister Celine immediately handed him a clean towel and asked, "Sir, how is he?"
"He should survive, from the looks of it." Assath thought for a moment. "I applied burn ointment, bandaged him, and gave him some anti-inflammatory medicine... His breathing seems much smoother now, but it would be best to send him to a hospital. A clinic would do too. After all, I'm not a professional doctor. I've only learned some first-aid knowledge."
"I thought so too." Maid Miss hesitated. "But before he passed out, he seemed very resistant to going to the hospital."
Mr. Assath frowned. "You said you saw several people pursuing him? Could you tell where they were from?"
Sister Celine shook her head. "It was too dark. I couldn't see clearly... They seemed to be discussing something, but their voices were too quiet for me to hear, and I was afraid they'd notice me. But they didn't seem to be from the City of Freedom. Judging from their clothing style, they looked like people from the City of Dawn."
"The City of Dawn?" Mr. Assath was stunned.
It wasn't that there were no people from the City of Dawn in the City of Freedom... In reality, there were quite a few people from the City of Dawn living there.
The seven cities were connected to one another, and as long as one met the admission requirements, one could theoretically change one's household registration between the seven cities at will.
The City of Freedom's relatively liberal atmosphere had attracted quite a number of immigrants from the seven cities.
"If he still retains the clothing style of the City of Dawn, he probably only arrived in the City of Freedom recently." Mr. Assath