Chapter 190: No anesthesia?

Reginald's gaze fell on Tricia, he furrowed his brow, and finally said, "Take her to the hospital for treatment."

There wasn't much tone in his voice.

But for Reginald, who usually regarded others as inconsequential, to speak of saving someone was unusual.

Heloise looked at the arrowhead behind him and asked, "What about you?"

Hearing this, Ben looked over, and upon seeing the large wound on Reginald's back, he was greatly shocked. "I'm sorry, Mr. Wordsworth, it's my fault for not being thorough. I'll take you to get medical treatment immediately."

"Okay." Reginald casually tossed the gun to Ben with one hand, while his other hand still held onto Heloise's, not letting go.

"Then let's go," Ben said, suddenly glancing at Tricia on the ground. "Mr. Wordsworth, they both have arrow wounds. Should they be treated together?"

Reginald gave him a look as if he were looking at an idiot. "Find a doctor to treat my injury at the hotel."