Chapter 1160 - 1159: Awkward
Lost in thought and caught off guard, Harry let out an awkward cough and shook his head, "I’m fine."
"Clan Leader! Clan Leader!" A commotion erupted from afar, pulling his attention toward it.
Seeing two orcs covered in blood being carried over by the tribe members, Harry frowned deeply.
Weren’t these the two orcs who were gravely injured by the Firebird during the hunt?
Word was they had been sent to the Tribal Shaman of the main tribe—why are they now being brought back like this?
A middle-aged orc who had been helping the tribe process the hunt rushed out with a handful of Firebird feathers in his grasp as he heard the anxious cries. When he saw the unconscious bodies of the injured tribe members, his face darkened.
"What happened here? Didn’t you take them to see the shaman for treatment?"
After gently laying the injured tribe members down on the ground, the lead orc wore a hopeless expression. "The shaman went out to gather medicinal herbs yesterday—they won’t be back for several days."
The middle-aged orc’s body stiffened. "But their condition can’t wait that long!"
The two orcs had wounds in the areas most prone to severe bleeding. Without the shaman’s herbal remedies, they were bound to die.
"Clan Leader." A youthful voice rang out from behind him. The middle-aged orc froze momentarily before turning around in ecstatic surprise.
"Shaman Harry, the Tribal Shaman of the main tribe has gone off to collect herbs, but our tribe members can’t wait any longer. Would you please treat them? We will offer food in return."
The middle-aged orc’s term of address for Harry left several nearby orcs stunned. They had rushed to the main tribe for treatment with the injured members after the hunt and had only just returned, unaware of the identity of the group they had encountered earlier.
But now, hearing the title with which Harry was addressed, their initial shock turned into jubilant excitement. They hurriedly bowed low with respect, "We greet the Shaman!"
Harry nodded and quickly walked over to the unconscious orcs. Their bodies bore multiple deep puncture wounds inflicted by the sharp beak of the Firebird.
Even though the hunt had ended long ago, the wounds on their bodies still bled profusely—if not for the relatively small size of the punctures caused by the beak.
Had their treatment been delayed any longer, they would have likely already been summoned to meet the Beast God.
After a closer examination, Harry turned to the middle-aged orc. "Their injuries are severe. If left unattended, they will perish. You must carry them with me to Shaman Ji Nuan."
Upon hearing this, the middle-aged orc and several tribe members immediately lifted the wounded orcs carefully and followed Harry toward Ji Nuan’s tent.
Ji Nuan and Xiu Yan were sitting outside the tent practicing their calligraphy when suddenly a hurried rushing of footsteps approached.
Looking up, Ji Nuan saw Harry at the forefront, followed by the middle-aged Clan Leader and several orcs carrying the injured.
Ji Nuan frowned and rose to her feet, recognizing the two unconscious orcs, "Weren’t they sent to the main tribe for treatment?"
Harry urgently replied, "The Tribal Shaman of the main tribe went gathering medicinal herbs."
Ji Nuan pulled two wolf beast hides from a camel’s back nearby and spread them on the ground. "Lay them down here."
"Their injuries here, here, and here were caused by the Firebird’s attacks. The wounds are deep, and the bleeding won’t stop."
Harry briefly explained the orcs’ condition to Ji Nuan.
Ji Nuan nodded and turned to enter the tent.
The middle-aged orc’s face tightened. "What is Shaman Ji Nuan doing now?"