Tristan let go of the ankle for a moment, startled by the strong language. Then he continued his inspection and also inspected the foot.

"Mr. Meijer's your brother?" he asked, glancing up at the man's face. The notion seemed so absurd. But then he remembered that he already knew two Meijer brothers who were very different from one another. Why shouldn't a third be entirely different from the other two as well. His interest was piqued.

If he hadn't cared about being a good doctor, he would have suggested getting in touch with Mr. Meijer the lawyer for the bill instead. Mr. Uriel Meijer might help him out. The other Meijer hadn't even been mentioned.

"Yes, I have met them. I'll send a boy to fetch him. He can help get me get you to their place. It would be better if you could take a wash before I bandage you." And then he wouldn't need to bother lending the man clothes.