Chapter 322 - 321, Treatment_1
Xiu Yan’s profound eyes looked upon Mo Peisi and the other orcs, his voice coolly stated: "This entire area is the territory of our Watson Tribe, I hope not to see you here again."
Having said that, he directly took Ji Nuan and walked over to the injured tribesman, no longer paying them any attention.
"Nuannuan, how is his injury?" He turned towards the still unconscious orc.
Ji Nuan laughed and said, "I have already cleaned his wound, now I will reset his broken bone, then..."
She waved a small package of beast skin in her hand, "I’ll apply this medicinal powder, his arm should heal much faster."
Xiu Yan nodded and stepped back.
Ji Nuan carefully lifted the cleanly washed arm of the orc, carefully realigning the broken bone at the fracture site, then sprinkled a layer of medicinal powder on the wound.
She took out a clump of snake slough from her small bag, carefully wrapped it around the orc’s arm, set it in place with a wooden stick, and started bandaging.
Wiping off the sweat on her forehead, she laughed and said, "That should do it, don’t move the arm until the bone has healed, otherwise, if the broken bone moves and becomes deformed, the arm may still have problems."
Xiu Yan nodded, looked at the orc next to him: "Take care of him for the next few days, remember Ji Nuan’s words, don’t let him move around recklessly."
The orc solemnly nodded, "Rest assured, I will watch over him thoroughly."
Ji Nuan’s treatment of the broken arm was captured by Mo Peisi, who was not far away. His ears twitched and his eyes flashed with surprise.
Under his beast skin, his hands were tightly clenched into fists, his heart filled with horror: this shaman was actually able to heal a broken arm!
"Mo Peisi, what should we do now?" The orcs of the Serra Tribe looked at Mo Peisi, their hearts filled with anxiety.
When Mo Na went out with them, she broke her arm. Mo Peisi, as the son of the Clan Leader, would certainly not be severely punished, but they, the insignificant ones, are going to have bad luck.
If they are not killed when they return, their ancestor’s graves would be billowing with blue smoke.
Mo Peisi glanced at Mo Na, who had fainted on the ground, walked over to pick her up: "Let’s go, we will meet up with Uncle first, then talk about the next steps."
He also didn’t look very good.
A group of orcs gradually disappeared into the forest, all of them strangely enough didn’t bother with the orcs who have lost their arms and legs.
Ya Li walked over to them confidently, smacking his lips and said, "How pitiful, to be abandoned by your own tribe like this, they are not planning to leave you here as food for wild beasts, are they?"
Ji Nuan couldn’t stand him and showed a disgusted look, this Ya Li when he is serious can be quite a delicate pretty boy.
But when he shows his nasty temperament, he makes people want to stuff a lump of poop in his mouth, so he can no longer speak.
The orcs laughed bitterly: "If you want to kill us, just do it. We are just useless waste beasts now."
Having said that, they closed their eyes as if giving up on life, ready to face death.
Ji Nuan sighed, walked over and asked, "Your tribe just abandoned you like this?"
The orc, leaning against a tree, scoffed contemptuously: "Our tribe? We are not even beasts of their tribe, otherwise how could they just casually abandon us."
Ji Nuan’s delicate eyebrows lifted: "You are not part of the same tribe?"