He belatedly realized his greeting was more or less wasted breath, given her state. Well, he hadn't come here to chat, had he? He'd come here to be a doctor.
Opening his kit, he set it on the dresser as he moved to her to start tending her. He did explain what he was doing as he started to remove the clothing from the area of the wound, doing his level best to maintain her modesty. He tapped the air out of a syringe of a painkiller and administered the shot before he began the process of cleaning and assessing the wound.
If he could get details, it would be good. But if he couldn't, he'd just have to make his best guesses and plunge forward with what he observed.
"If you can answer me, and it's all right if you can't, can you tell me what happened, and if you're injured anywhere else?" He doubted the drug had had time to kick in yet, but it would -- soon -- and hopefully there would be some degree of coherence then.