Leisurely Farm Life in Beast World

First, Ji Nuan scattered the medicinal powder on the orc’s wound, then, with the help of Ge Xing, used four wooden sticks and snake-shed bandages to secure the injured leg.

In the end, she admonished the orc: "Although your recovery abilities are strong, if you wish to hunt in the future, don’t move this leg for the next three days. Otherwise, the fracture I worked so hard to set for you might split again, and your recovery will be compromised."

The orc, which had watched Ji Nuan’s painstaking treatment from beginning to end, nodded appreciatively and obediently, saying, "Rest assured, I won’t move."

Ji Nuan nodded in acknowledgment and moved on to treat the next orc. After it was mealtime and they arrived at Dashi Tribe, the last orc was treated as darkness began to settle in.

Ji Nuan stretched her sore waist with a bitter smile, "Finally, I can rest! This is exhausting."

Seeing such a young female cub working so hard, the surrounding orcs felt guilty. Bear, the clan leader, promptly stepped forward, "Shaman, I’ve instructed the orcs to set up a new tent next to Ge Xing’s tent. We’ve laid a very thick Beast Skin and the fruit and roasted meat will be delivered to you shortly. Go and rest soon."

Grateful, Ji Nuan nodded her head, feeling a sense of fondness for this considerate orc, "Thank you so much, Clan Leader Bear."

Clan Leader Bear laughed heartily, "We should be the ones thanking you. If it hadn’t been for you, these orcs might have been..."

As Bear seemed to start rambling on again, an orc stepped forward and waved his hand, "You old fellow, let our little cub Ji Nuan go rest, quit your pointless babbling."

Bear, however, was not annoyed and chuckled twice, personally leading the way, "Let’s go, Shaman. I’ll take you there."

The orcs of the Watson Tribe carefully packed up Ji Nuan’s belongings and, carrying their baskets, followed behind toward the tent.

As they all watched the departing group, their eyes were filled with respect and gratitude.

Looking at the retreating figure of Ji Nuan, Meng Tai’s eyes glowed, muttering, "I’ve never seen such an amazing shaman."

Mo Peisi laughed, "Me neither. And this little female cub is powerful indeed, she took all the Divine Wood Powder I had the last time we met."

Meng Tai cast him a glance, "Wasn’t that because of your sister’s mistake, your compensation to their tribe?"

Mo Peisi choked, huffed, and then walked towards a fire pile on one side, preferring eating meat over embarrassing chatter.

Meng Tai turned his head toward a tent further afield, where the orcs, who were feared dead or crippled just this morning, were now sitting side by side roasting meat, chatting with their tribesmen. Two of them were quietly sitting on Beast Skin cushions chatting.

The orc that had been diagnosed as not living until dinnertime was still sound asleep in sweet dreams, he could even hear the sound of the orc’s deep sleep.

Looking up at the moon in the sky, a flash of admiration appeared in Meng Tai’s eyes, "Such a miraculous... Shaman."

Inside the tent, Ge Xing’s face betrayed a sense of urgency. After the orc who delivered the fruits and roasted meat left, he quickly turned to Ji Nuan, "There’s only a little bit of Sharp Tooth Grass powder left, why did you still scatter it on those two orcs’ wounds? Would it not suffice just to give them some water to drink?"

With that said, his old face was a picture of distress, and his small goatee even trembled a little.