Flattery (2)

Before Collin threw his question, he saw blood on the ground where Noah came. Collin immediately turned to Noah and looked at Noah's arm, "You... You got injured?"

Covering his arm and frowning, Noah nodded, "Yes. Help me bandage it."

"I can't do it. I'll find someone for you," said Collin as he was about to call for help. He realized something and turned around to ask, "Let me see if the wound needs stitches."

"No." Noah stretched out his arm. There was a bloody cut on his arm, about seven or eight centimeters. The cut was not very deep, but there was a lot of blood. Along the way, the scarf on his arm was stained with blood, and the blood was still dripping.

Collin nodded and led him to a nurse. Collin sat on a chair and asked, "What happened?"

The nurse was disinfecting the wound. She said to Noah, "It will hurt. Just bear with it."

Noah showed no expression. He nodded and looked at Collin, "I met some habitual thieves."

"Have you called the police?"