Chapter 441 Can Live
The orcs of the Monte tribe were very active in treating their own tribesmen. They actually built the tent after Ji Nuan finished her breakfast. In order to provide a better treatment environment for the injured winged orcs, they also laid a layer of wooden boards on the ground to isolate the moisture from the ground.
The tent was quite spacious. Ji Nuan walked into the tent, followed by Uncle Bai's kid who had been helping Ji Nuan.
In addition to Mengzhuomengtai, there were three strange beastmen in the tent. Ji Nuan ignored them. Chief Ge Xing also followed in with several beastmen.
Ji Nuan walked to the nearest winged beastman and squatted down to check their injuries. Because of the pain in their bodies, the winged beastman had a grim expression and looked extremely ugly.
"When they were climbing up the cliff, their wings were eroded by the cold wind on the Beast God Mountain for a long time, so they can no longer be used. Now some of the damage has spread to their bodies." said a strange beastman from the Monte tribe.
Ji Nuan nodded, took a small porcelain jar from the quilt basket, and looked at Meng Tai: "Go get a bowl of water."
Meng Tai, who had seen her treat patients, ran out happily and brought in a bowl of water, then looked at the porcelain jar in Ji Nuan's hand with great anticipation.
Ji Nuan opened the lid of the porcelain jar and carefully scooped out a little bit of powder with a wooden spoon and put it into the water.
The three beastmen from the Monte tribe sniffed but did not smell any ingredients in the powder.
After changing the spoon to mix the medicine evenly, Ji Nuan said, "Feed him."
Meng Tai looked at the potion in his hand eagerly: "Is this the potion that instantly relieves pain?"
Ji Nuan nodded: "Well, go quickly."
Montaigne carefully carried the potion to the winged beastman and handed the bowl of potion to his mouth: "Drink it quickly, and the pain will go away immediately."
The orc looked at Montai with emotion, then drank the potion in the bowl with great difficulty, then tilted his head and fell asleep with a peaceful face.
Meng Zhuo and the other three beastmen took one look and immediately stepped forward: "What's wrong with him?"
Before Ji Nuan could say anything, Meng Tai smiled and said, "Father, uncle, don't worry, he's fine. This is the precious painkiller prepared by Ji Nuan witch doctor. As long as he drinks it, no matter how painful the treatment is, he won't feel any pain. After the treatment is over, he will probably wake up at noon tomorrow."
Meng Tai's words shocked Meng Zhuo and the Sang'e beastmen. There is such a magical medicine?
Taking out a pair of scissors, Ji Nuan patiently cut off the skin of the winged beastman's upper body. His injuries were instantly revealed to the eyes of the beastmen.
The area where the wings connect to the shoulders is already dark purple, and the area without feathers is also the same color.
Ji Nuan was shocked by the injury: "This is really too serious. His wings are broken and have spread to his shoulders."
Meng Zhuo nodded solemnly: "Yes, all the winged beastmen died in this way before. Even if some of them insisted on returning to the tribe, the witch doctor could not cure them."
Ji Nuan thought: Of course there is no way to cure it. With such injuries, other than cutting off the dead wings, no herbal medicine will help.
She looked at Meng Zhuo and said, "Now there is a way to keep him alive."
Meng Zhuo's eyes suddenly lit up with surprise: "Can you still survive?"
(End of this chapter)