For the treatment of their own tribesmen, the orcs of the Monte tribe are very active, the tent was actually set up after Ji Nuan ate breakfast, in order to have a better treatment environment for the injured winged orcs, they also laid a layer of wood on the ground to isolate the moisture on the ground.

The tent was very spacious, Ji Nuan walked into the tent, followed by Uncle Bai, the cub who had been helping by Ji Nuan's side.

In addition to Meng Zhuo Mengtai, there were three strange orcs in the tent, Ji Nuan didn't pay attention to it, and the patriarch of Ge Xing also followed in with a few orcs.

Ji Nuan walked over to the nearest winged orc, squatted down to check their injuries, because of the pain in his body, the winged orc's expression was a little hideous, and his face was extremely ugly.

"When their wings were on the cliff, they were eroded by the cold wind on the Beast God Mountain for a long time, so they couldn't be used anymore, and now they have spread to their bodies a little." A strange orc of the Monte tribe.

Ji Nuan nodded, took a small porcelain jar from the basket on his back, and looked at Meng Tai: "Go get a bowl of water." ”

Meng Tai, who had seen her treatment, ran out and brought in a bowl of water, and then looked at Ji Nuan with anticipation... The porcelain jar in my hand.

Ji Nuan opened the lid of the porcelain jar, carefully scooped a little powder out with a wooden spoon and put it into the water.

The three orcs of the Monte tribe sniffled, but did not smell the ingredients of the powder.

Changed a spoon to stir the potion well, and Ji Nuan said, "Feed him to drink." ”

Meng Tai looked eagerly at the potion in his hand: "Is this a potion that immediately relieves pain?" ”

Ji Nuan nodded: "Well, hurry up." ”

Meng Tai cautiously walked up to the winged orc with the potion, and handed the bowl containing the potion to his mouth: "Drink it quickly, it won't hurt immediately." ”

The orc glanced at Meng Tai with emotion, supported his body and drank the bowl of potion with difficulty, then tilted his head and fell asleep with a calm face.

When Meng Zhuo and the other three orcs saw it, they immediately stepped forward: "What's wrong with him?" ”

Without waiting for Ji Nuan to speak, Meng Tai smiled and said: "Father, uncle, don't worry, he's fine, this is a precious painkiller configured by Ji Nuan's witch doctor, as long as he drinks it, no matter how painful the treatment is, he won't feel a trace of pain, and after the treatment, he will wake up at noon tomorrow." ”

Meng Tai's words shocked Meng Zhuo and the Sang Eran orcs, there was such a miraculous medicine?

Taking out the scissors, Ji Nuan patiently cut off the skin of the upper body of the winged orc, and his injury was instantly shown in the eyes of all the orcs.

The place where the wings connect to the shoulders is black and purple, and the places without feathers are the same color.

Ji Nuan was shocked by such an injury: "This is really too serious, his wings have been necrotic, and they have spread to his shoulders." ”

Meng Zhuo nodded solemnly: "Yes, the winged orcs in the past all died like this, and even if there were those who persisted in the tribe, the witch doctor had no way to treat them. ”

Ji Nuanxin said: Of course, there is no way to treat it, such an injury is useless except for removing the necrotic wings and eating any herbs.

She looked at Mondror and said, "Now there's a way to keep him alive." ”

Meng Zhuo's eyes instantly lit up: "Can you still survive?" ”