Twins in Her Womb: Sir President, Please be Gentle

"Disinfect his wounds. He has a fracture. Be careful," Shanks handed the disinfectant to Oscar and Russ. "Try to disinfect his wounds as thoroughly as possible."

"Mr. Shanks..." Russ refused to do such a thing.

"Do it. You have no choice." Shanks' expression was frosty. It was a silent warning that brooked no refusal from them. Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

Russ cursed those two who had hurt Gerald. Now, they had to clean up the mess for them.

He wondered what their boss was thinking, keeping this man in the team.

Clearly, he was useless. It would have been better to throw him out onto the streets and let him die. Why bother saving him?

The two men reluctantly took the iodine and cotton swabs. They helped to disinfect Gerald's wounds.

They also followed Shanks' instructions and tried to be as gentle as possible during the disinfection process.

However, Gerald still screamed in pain as though he was being slaughtered.

Russ looked disgusted. Soon, they finished disinfecting Gerald’s wounds.

Gerald had no strength left to scream at this point.

At that moment, a man entered the room and conveyed Abel's message. "Mr. Shanks, the boss wants you to shut this guy up. He's too loud, so loud it makes him want to come up here and kill him."

To make sure the person on the bed understood, he deliberately spoke in English.

Gerald felt despair. He felt like an animal being slaughtered on the chopping board.

Even though Shanks could save him, Abel could kill him at any time.

Shanks put on the medical gloves. When he heard what the man said, he shot him a displeased look and said, "Tell him if he wants to kill, he should just do it. He shouldn't have brought this guy here. Also, have his men come clean up the mess. The living room is all messed up because of this."

The man awkwardly smiled and nodded. "Yes, I'll deliver your message."

After that, he turned around and left.

Then, Shanks turned around to look at Gerald. "From what I can see, you have at least three fractures, maybe more. We don't have imaging tools here, so I need to feel it myself. It might hurt more. Bite on this gauze so that he won't come to chop you up later."

He did not want to see Abel kill Gerald.

Shanks was halfway through saving Gerald. If Abel killed him, everything Shanks had done before and all these medical supplies would go to waste.

Gerald immediately opened his mouth, letting Shanks stuff the gauze in.

Shanks began to work, examining the areas of his body with fractures.

The two men stepped aside and watched Shanks examine Gerald.

Even though they were not medical students, they found this process quite intriguing.

For example, Shanks was now pressing on Gerald's chest, checking for fractures in his chest and rib bones. He checked each area carefully.

Whenever he found an issue, he marked it directly with a pen.

After the examination, what was initially thought to be only three fractures turned out to be five.

The two men gave Shanks a thumbs-up, praising him, "Mr. Shanks, you're really amazing."

Shanks' expression remained indifferent. Being a doctor, he could not rely solely on exceptional medical skills.

After all, in the past, medical conditions were not as advanced. Doctors had to learn various methods to save people.

Shanks was using those old methods to save lives now.

After Shanks finished his examination, he instructed the two men to assist him in correcting Gerald's fractures.

Over an hour later, all the fractures on Gerald's body had been corrected.

Shanks removed the gauze from Gerald's mouth and said in a calm voice, "You're lucky. There weren't any severe fractures that required surgery."

If Gerald had severe fractures that required surgery, they would either have to transport Gerald back to the Island of Despair or just keep him here until his external wounds healed enough for him to be sent to the hospital.

If it was the latter, the fractured areas would definitely leave sequela.

However, Shanks had no intention of returning to the Island of Despair. He needed to stay here to find the herbs Abel needed at the moment.

There were still two missing. Without those two herbs, Kassy was doomed, and Abel would go insane because of it.

Shanks instructed the two men to apply medicine powder to Gerald's external wounds while he secured the fractured areas and then administered injections.

After everything was done, Shanks stood up and walked to the door of the room.

At this point, Abel's men had already finished cleaning the second floor.

Shanks made his way down the stairs.

Abel was sitting in the living room on the first floor and smoking a cigar. He was listening to his subordinate's report.

Shanks walked toward him and interrupted, “Excuse me.”

Abel raised his hand, signaling his subordinate to stop reporting. "Is that guy dead?"

"No. Are you going to continue?" replied Shanks with a gloomy face.

Abel shook his head. "It's fine if he's not dead. Besides, I didn't beat him up. They did."

Shanks could not be bothered with Abel's nonsense. "The two men you sent up, I'm going to need them for a long time. Also, I won't be here tomorrow. I'm going into the mountains."

"What are you going into the mountains for?" asked Abel.

"I'm going to find what you need," answered Shanks as he sat on another couch. "Do you think the herbs will come to us if I don't go?"

"No, they won't. Go ahead. I'll have some of my men protect you,” replied Abel. He did not know what the situation was in the mountains here, but one thing he was sure of was that Shanks could not get hurt.

Shanks refused. "No need. I'll go by myself. And tell your men to be careful. They shouldn't cause me more trouble again. If that guy had more severe fractures, he'd be disabled."

"It won't happen. My men know what they're doing,” said Abel. He was in a good mood now since he had received some good news from his subordinate earlier.

He had received a huge sum of money, which meant there would be more money for the Island of Despair.

"Well, let's hope so." Shanks rose to his feet to leave.

"Oh, by the way, I'm also heading to A City tomorrow," added Abel.

"A City? To cause trouble for Luca?" asked Shanks. He did not understand what Abel was thinking as he always wanted to cause trouble for Luca.

The key was that he could not gain anything from it.

Like yesterday, Abel suspected Luca of secretly procuring the herbs, so he sent two people to sneak into the Crawfords' ancestral home at midnight. He claimed that the task was simple and left it to his subordinates from X City to handle.

However, both of them ended up being caught by Luke's people.

Luke was not someone easy to mess with.

The crucial point was that Luca was not involved in this matter. They did not find the herbs, and there was no evidence of Luca helping Luke. If Abel went to trouble Luca now, would he find anything?

He would just beat her up at most.

Shanks always believed that fighting could not solve problems.

However, Abel was keen on using such methods to solve problems. That was why he would cause a lot of trouble every time.

"You still claim not to care about Ivana? Your attitude clearly shows you're concerned about her. Don’t worry, I'm not going to cause trouble for her. I have some matters to deal with in A City," replied Abel.

Shanks warned him in a cold voice, "I can handle a lot of issues and hassles for you, but that doesn't give you the right to freely assume and misinterpret my intentions."