Kyle heard another knock about fifteen minutes after Isabeau left. This time when he called out, a woman in her early thirties entered carrying a medical bag. She wore professional attire, slacks and a crisp white blouse under a light cardigan, her dark hair pulled back in a neat ponytail.
"Mr. Kyle? I'm Dr. Chen. Mr. Vescari asked me to examine your shoulder wound."
Kyle wasn't surprised that the doctor was a woman. In Marcello's world, he could guess she probably served two functions, medical expertise being only one of them. But Kyle had already gotten what he needed from Isabeau earlier, her mouth working him over, draining his cu, from his balls.
He had no use for Dr. Chen beyond her actual medical skills right now.
"Yeah, come in," he said, sitting up straighter on the bed.
Dr. Chen moved with efficient professionalism, setting her bag on the nightstand and pulling on latex gloves. "I need to see the wound. Can you remove the bandage or would you like me to?"
