Sitting in a strange stone house, this house is more humane than the empty house when he just woke up. There are many wooden shelves and tables. When he was carried in, he saw some green plants of various kinds drying on the shelf at the door.

Qi Yan looked around and suddenly felt a chill on his ankle. He looked down and saw some green ground grass foam smeared on the red and swollen area.

"What is this..." Qi Yan asked in a low voice.

The man who treated his sprain was someone he had never seen before. His face was full of alienation and indifference. Just when Qi Yan thought that he was too disdainful to answer his question, the other party's indifferent and cold voice rang out.

"Herbs."

"...Thank you."

Qi Yan choked at the other party's few words. He thanked him quickly and stopped talking.

A quarter of an hour later, the red and swollen area became itchy, and there was a slight stinging pain like needles. Qi Yan pursed his lips and clenched his fists, trying not to reach out and spread the herbs on his feet.

The man had already been mixing herbs on the shelf on the side and had no time to pay attention to him, and he couldn't call him, after all, this man was really indifferent.

Shi Ang and the other three stopped when Qi Yan entered the stone house. It was not known whether they were afraid of something or kept some agreement. They looked at Qi Yan soothingly until the man carried Qi Yan into the house, blocking all sight.

"Don't move."

Qi Yan raised his head and saw the man looking at him with a frown. He didn't dare to move his feet because he couldn't help itching.

The man saw his bitter face, seemed to sigh, walked over, squatted beside him, and looked at his wound, "Itchy?"

"Ah?... Yeah!" Qi Yan nodded, "It still... hurts a little."

Hearing this, the man took out a small wooden stick and removed half of the herbs on the wound. Then he scooped out a spoonful of water with a wooden spoon and sprinkled it gently on the wound.

The icy touch relieved a little itching, Qi Yan breathed a sigh of relief, and watched the man take care of his wound quietly.

After a while, Qi Yan felt that the redness and swelling on his feet had eased. At least he dared to turn his wrist slightly, and it didn't hurt much.

"Thank you!" Qi Yan smiled widely at the man.

The man pretended not to hear him and was busy tidying up the messy plants.

"My name is Qi Yan..." Qi Yan spoke again, pursed his lips, and seemed to be very confused about the words of introducing himself: "You... um... your leader picked it up..."

"I know. I was there too." The man's indifferent voice sounded, "I am Baoze."

"Thank you very much! I'm sorry to trouble you... If there is any, um, that kind of errand work, let me do it!" In order to express his gratitude, Qi Yan made this promise. After all, he is now free and is being taken in by a tribe, so don't mention personal wealth or anything like that...

Baoze didn't say anything, but turned around and greeted the three anxiously waiting male orcs at the door. Then Shi Ang and the other two rushed in and surrounded Qi Yan, asking about his well-being.

"How's the little female?"

"Qi Yan, are you okay?"

"Idiot, let's see if you dare to run around again."

Seeing that they didn't give him a chance to speak, Qi Yan's mouth twitched, and he waved his hand and interrupted, "Okay, much better, don't worry!"

Seeing this, Lu Er rubbed Qi Yan's head and said gently, "I'm sorry, I hurt you."

"No, it's not!" Qi Yan shouted, "It's me who made you worry... I'm an unimportant person."