Chapter 394 - 393, Re-examination_1
Ge Xing patted Ji Nuan’s head and said, "Why think so much? Before, our shaman was also helpless when faced with injuries like the one the orc had yesterday. We could only watch him die. And our tribe doesn’t have any Divine Wood Powder.
Each orc has his own destiny. The injured orc was able to stay alive because you came to heal him. Isn’t it possible that this is a blessing from the Beast God?"
Ji Nuan looked at Chief Ge Xing with a sincere expression, and her mind suddenly cleared.
"Ha ha, how about it? Do you think what your Uncle said makes sense?" A smug expression appeared on Ge Xing’s face.
Ji Nuan shook her head helplessly, thinking to herself: His coolness lasts only for three seconds.
Ji Nuan, who had stopped overthinking, finished eating the roast meat in her hand, picked up the chubby little cub Xiu Yan, and followed an orc from the Watson tribe who was carrying a basket, to the tent where the injured orc was.
On the way, she met orcs from the Dashi Tribe and the Gray Bear Tribe. No matter their age, they all stopped to bow and smile at Ji Nuan, which made her feel extremely uncomfortable. She hurriedly sped up and arrived in the tent.
The two orcs laying on the beast skin platform were leisurely eating some fruit. Seeing Ji Nuan, they immediately placed the fruit on the beast skin, their eyes gleaming. "Shaman, you’re here," they said.
Ji Nuan smiled, "You guys continue eating, I’m here to check on him."
With that, she pointed at the orc sleeping on the large rock.
The orc on the left said, "Uncle Shaman came to visit him in the morning but he hasn’t woken up since."
Ji Nuan nodded, "He should wake up soon. I’m afraid his wound will hurt, so I came to sprinkle some medicine on it."
The orc looked enviously at the orc on the rock, "Is it that rare pain-relieving powder from yesterday?"
Ji Nuan nodded, "No matter how precious the medicine, it is nothing compared to your lives. We can always make more medicine, but there is only one life for each of us."
Hearing such heartfelt words for the first time, the two orcs were moved to tears. They’d never thought they mattered so much to the shaman.
Ji Nuan cleanly washed her hands with the hot water that had been heated in the tent, then walked over to the injured orc. She carefully removed the snake skin from his wound. Seeing no inflammation or swelling, she breathed a sigh of relief. The medicine and bitter water she’d applied yesterday had indeed been effective.
She took out an envelope of Sharp Tooth Grass Powder from the basket, carefully opened it, and gently sprinkled it over the orc’s wound.
The Sharp Tooth Grass Powder was absorbed into the wound quickly. Ji Nuan then sprinkled over it the anti-inflammatory and hemostatic powder prepared by Shaman Ama.
She pointed at a bundle of herbs wrapped in a large leaf in the basket and said to the orc nearby, "Boil this into bitter soup and give it to him when he wakes up."
The orc nodded, "Okay."
This orc was Ama’s grandson and Uncle Bo’s son, who had been helping Shaman Ama since he was young. Although he was not a shaman himself, he was pretty good at simple tasks.
Like boiling the bitter soup, which no orc knew better than him as he had been drinking it since childhood due to his poor health.
"Ji Nuan, cub, I knew you were here, ha ha." The old shaman’s laughter echoed from the tent entrance.