The driver, uneasy, requested, "Can the male doctor tend to my injury instead?"

Camila glanced at him, a hint of amusement in her tone. "You're overthinking it."

Her words suggested that now was not the time for such concerns.

"I am the doctor here, and you are the patient," she continued, emphasizing that in such a situation, gender held no relevance.

Continuing her work, she conversed casually, yet focused on her task.

"Help," she stated simply, requesting assistance.

Hyman was momentarily taken aback before realizing what had just occurred. He quickly cleaned his hand with disinfectant.

“Stop the bleeding," Camila instructed.

Hyman promptly applied pressure to the bleeding wound on the driver's back.

Meanwhile, Camila was stitching up the shoulder wound.

The blood flow had lessened. She readied the anesthetic and administered it. "We only have Local anesthesia," she mentioned.

"That's fine." The driver interjected, "I'm sorry. I couldn't save her."

Camila understood he had done his best.

They were outnumbered and the enemies were armed. His prolonged struggle against them was commendable.

“Just rest and save your energy."

Next, Camila carefully removed the sutures.

Then she skillfully and efficiently tended to the wound on his back.

Throughout the process, she worked with remarkable speed and efficiency.

Hyman witnessed Camila's composed and adept handling of the situation for the first time.

He found himself glancing her way several times, unable to resist.