Chapter 392 Treatment Ends
Ji Nuan first sprinkled the powder on the beastman's wound, and then with the help of Ge Xing, she used four wooden sticks and a snake bandage to fix the injured leg.
Finally, he warned the orc: "Although your recovery ability is very strong, if you still want to hunt in the future, don't move this leg for three days, otherwise the broken bone I fixed with great difficulty will break again, and you will not be able to recover."
The beastman witnessed the hard work of Ji Nuan's treatment and nodded in gratitude and obedience: "Don't worry, I won't move."
Ji Nuan nodded, and then went to treat the next orc. They arrived at the Dashi Tribe after lunch. When she finished treating the last orc, the sky had already darkened.
Ji Nuan stretched her aching waist and said with a wry smile, "I can finally rest! I'm so tired."
The beastmen around felt guilty for making a little female cub so tired. Xiong Da quickly stepped forward and said, "Witch doctor, I have asked the beastmen to build a new tent next to Ge Xing's tent. It has been covered with thick animal skins. Fruits and barbecue will be delivered to you soon. Go and have a rest."
Ji Nuan nodded gratefully, and was very fond of this thoughtful and considerate beastman: "Thank you, Chief Xiong."
Xiong Da laughed heartily and said, "It is our two tribes that should thank you. If it weren't for you, these beastmen would probably..."
Seeing that Xiong Da was about to be nagging again, Ge Xing stepped forward and waved his hand, saying, "You old man, let our Ji Nuan go to rest. There is no point in talking so much."
But Big Xiong was not annoyed at all. He chuckled twice and led the way in person: "Come on, witch doctor, I'll take you there."
The orcs from the Watson tribe carefully put away Ji Nuan's belongings, then followed behind with the backpack as they walked towards the tent.
Looking at the group of beasts moving further and further ahead, all the beastmen were filled with respect and gratitude.
Meng Tai looked at Ji Nuan's receding figure, his eyes full of light, and murmured, "I have never seen such a powerful witch doctor."
Mopes smiled and said, "I haven't seen it either. And this little female is very powerful. The last time we met, she took all the sacred tree powder from me."
Meng Tai glanced at him and said, "It was your good sister who asked for death. Aren't you going to compensate her tribe?"
Mopes choked, snorted, turned and walked towards the fire. It was better to eat meat than to have awkward conversation.
Monte turned his head and looked at the tent on the side, where lay several beastmen who were thought to be dead or disabled this morning. Now, one of them was sitting with his tribesmen, barbecuing, and two others were sitting obediently on the beast-skin mats and talking.
The orc who was previously judged not to survive the night was still sleeping in a sweet dream, and he could even hear the sound of his sleeping voice.
Looking up at the moon in the sky, a touch of admiration flashed across Mengtai's eyes: "What a magical witch doctor."
Inside the tent, Ge Xing's face revealed a hint of urgency. After the orcs who delivered the fruits and barbecue left, he quickly looked at Ji Nuan and said, "There is only a little bit of sharp grass powder left. Why did you sprinkle it on the wounds of the two orcs? Why not just give them some water to drink?"
After all, his old face showed a painful expression, and the little mustache on his chin was trembling with pain.
(End of this chapter)
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