The surrounding clansmen were a little confused by Ji Nuan's question, but they also knew that it was time for treatment, and no one bothered them.

Ji Nuan turned her head to look at the female lying on the side of the stone and said, "Sister, you go to the clansmen first and wait, I'm going to treat her." ”

The female wiped her dirty little face, picked up the cub that was still spinning around her lap, and was helped aside by the two orcs.

Ji Nuan took out the small wooden box from the basket and looked up at Ge Xing: "Uncle, is the water boiling?" ”

Ge Xing was not afraid of being hot, so he brought the porcelain pot over like that: "Just opened." ”

Ji Nuan opened the two small wooden boxes and put the snake molt, needles and knives in it: "Put them aside first, cover them with large leaves, and don't let the dust in." ”

Ge Xing nodded.

Ji Nuan took out a small leaf bag and opened it carefully: "I'll give you pain relief now, you won't feel pain soon." ”

The orcs had extraordinary ear power, and when they heard this, their eyes widened and looked at Ji Nuan and the injured orcs.

Ji Nuan poured the precious sharp-toothed grass powder into the stone bowl, shook it evenly, and handed it to the old witch doctor who had been helping beside him: "Uncle, if you feed him this potion, he won't feel pain immediately." ”

The old witch doctor glanced at her, took the stone bowl suspiciously, walked to the orc's side, lifted the orc's head slightly, and fed him to drink.

I just put the stone bowl aside, but I heard the exclamations of the surrounding clansmen, and hurriedly looked back, only to see that the orc had fallen asleep with a smooth expression.

"This is—" The old witch doctor pointed to the sleeping orc with a little trembling fingers, and was speechless in surprise.

Ji Nuan said: "This is a pain-relieving powder, and the treatment will be very painful later, I'm afraid he won't be able to stand it, so let's sleep, and it'll be over when I wake up." ”

After that, he stopped looking at the old witch doctor, walked to the other porcelain pot brought by Ge Xing, and carefully cleaned his white and tender hands.

Turning his head to look at Ge Xing: "Uncle, bring this porcelain pot to the stone." ”

Hands that have been washed no longer touch the porcelain pot covered with wood ash.

Ge Xing nodded and took it over.

Ji Nuan fished out a piece of his own hair that he had just thrown in, passed it through the iron needle, lowered his head and began to stitch up the wound for the beast for the first time.

And the surrounding clansmen are already dumbfounded, this... Can the wound be sewn up like an animal's skin?

The orcs shivered in unison, didn't it hurt?

Look at the orcs lying on the boulder.

"Huh~Huh~Huh~" even snored, why did they inexplicably think this scene was very scary.

After stitching up the wound, Ji Nuan scooped up the snake again, wrung it out and wiped the blood around the wound, and then sprinkled the Shenmu tree powder that he had pit from Mopeth last time.

Wiping the sweat from his forehead, Ji Nuan tried several times before straightening his sore waist: "Okay, the wound has been treated, I brought some anti-inflammatory herbs in my back basket, and I will boil it into bitter water for him to drink later, I hope he can survive it." ”

The old witch doctor on the side was stunned by Ji Nuan's series of actions, seeing that the wound that had just consumed the Shenmu Tree powder of the two tribes that had not stopped bleeding was no longer bleeding, and the eyes that looked up at Ji Nuan instantly sparkled.

Ge Xing hurriedly inserted himself between the old witch doctor and Ji Nuan, and pulled Ji Nuan and walked out: "I'm tired, Uncle will take you to rest..."