Leisurely Farm Life in Beast World

"Shaman Ji Nuan, could you please help take a look at the tribespeople in our tribe who have bone injuries? See if they’re treatable... I don’t know how to treat bone injuries, so... sigh..."

The old shaman turned his head to look at the tribespeople behind him, guilt written all over his aged face.

"Old Shaman, don’t feel bad. Not every shaman can treat bone injuries like Shaman Ji Nuan can."

An orc with a broken leg tried to console him.

But those words, instead of comforting, hit the old shaman right in the heart.

He turned around indignantly to glare at the orc who had just spoken. Was this guy intentionally rubbing salt in his wound?

Seeing the old shaman turn to look at him, the orc awkwardly scratched his head and gave a goofy, sheepish grin.

The old shaman felt an instant pang of frustration. He didn’t even need to say a word—his mood spoke volumes.

After considering the old shaman’s request, Ji Nuan agreed, "Let’s start tomorrow then. Shaman, please gather all the injured orcs in your cave so I can assess their conditions first to determine a treatment plan.

And also, not every injury can be treated successfully, so I hope you and the tribespeople can be mentally prepared for that."

Ji Nuan recalled the most severe injury she had ever seen—it was just after arriving here, when Xiu Yan had transformed into a little lion cub.

Even with such a serious injury, after the treatment, Xiu Yan recovered quickly. That’s the strength of an orc’s body.

Perhaps because their bodies are so resilient, they rarely suffer serious injuries unless it’s excessive bleeding or bone injuries that leave the shamans powerless.

Nonetheless, Ji Nuan made sure to set realistic expectations upfront, avoiding undue hope that might lead to disappointment and despair later if treatment proved impossible.

The old shaman nodded, "Shaman Ji Nuan, don’t worry. I’ll inform the tribespeople accordingly. Let’s treat as many as you can."

Being able to help the Sahara Tribe with such a major task would definitely simplify Ji Nuan’s plans.

With three shamans working together, the injured orcs were quickly treated and sent back home to their families.

Meanwhile, the orc who previously had a broken arm was surrounded by other orcs, asking him what it felt like to have his bone healed.

The young orc, exhilarated, began narrating his experience to the tribespeople animatedly. Listening to his story, Ji Nuan glanced at her own hands. She’d only treated a dislocation—was it really that legendary?

It almost made her feel like she had just gone out and saved the entire Beast World.

Although she’d said she’d start checking the orcs’ injuries the next day, life always has a way of throwing curveballs—and that’s exactly what happened.

Just as Ji Nuan got out of bed, Xiu Yan informed her that there was a snowstorm outside.

The biting cold wind mixed with sharp, icy snowflakes was so fierce even the orcs wouldn’t dare step outside casually.

So, the treatments had to be put on hold.

Inside the cave, Xiu Yan caught sight of a chubby little wolf cub sculpted out of snow and couldn’t stop the corners of his mouth twitching.

No matter how he looked at it, he couldn’t help but find it irritating—especially the few tufts of fur on the wolf cub’s tail...

Some orc narrowed his eyes deeply and touched his own backside. Tonight, he would definitely teach his little mate a lesson—this sneaky rascal had dared to cut off his beautiful fur.

All to stick it onto this counterfeit cub. Did it think it was as cute as him?

Hah~ Females...

Meanwhile, Ji Nuan, who was busy crafting a nose for her snow wolf cub, was cheerfully humming an unrecognizable tune, completely unaware of the imminent danger approaching.