She is a famous doctor.

I must see George Hamon." Aunt Jeanne cut away the sleeves of my coat and shirt, and saw to my wound with the tenderest care, and many a bitter word for the cause of it.

The bullet had gone clean through the muscles and had probably grazed the bone, she thought, but had not broken it.

She washed it, and bound it up with soft rags and simples of her own compounding, while Carette fetched and carried for her.

Then she set my arm in a sling, and but for the fact that I had only one arm to use, and so felt very lopsided, and deadly tired, I was still in much greater content than two whole arms and the highest of spirits had ever found me.
I was also feeling very empty, though with no great appetite for food.