Chapter 774

Harold watched helplessly as Mina dipped a cotton swab into a large glob of pink, gooey ointment, ready to smear it onto Huan's wound. He swallowed hard, unable to hold back any longer. "Mina, are you sure you want to use your ointment instead of the one Jane gave us?" Without even turning her head, Mina waved her hand dismissively. "No need, Harold. You’ve got to trust my skills!" Harold thought to himself, *Yeah, right. Like I’d believe that!* He bit his tongue, stopping himself from saying it out loud. But when Mina finally applied the ointment to Smith Huan’s wound, Harold instinctively shut his eyes. Muscle memory kicked in, recalling the searing pain from the last time Mina had used her "miracle cure" on him. His face twitched involuntarily. A pang of guilt forced him to open his eyes again, just in time to see Mina meticulously tending to Huan’s injury. Huan, who hadn’t fully regained consciousness yet, had his brows furrowed so tightly they looked like twisted rope. His arm jer