To be honest, at first glance, this boar-man warrior called Thorn Rib is really unremarkable, and even if he is put into hard labor, he has no sense of existence.

However, at this moment, a large area of skin on his waist, which stretched from the side of his left side to the back of his back, had become miserable, and it was hard to imagine that this boar man warrior had been able to endure this before. If it was other vassal races, he would have been so frightened that he couldn't stop crying, and it was really admirable that he endured it without saying a word.

Regardless, Goron decided to salvage it.

If I had to find a reason, the manpower in the camp has been insufficient recently, and any individual has the value of saving.

Teasing himself a little in his heart, Ge Long stretched out his hand and held it in mid-air, and the thick wooden totem turned from virtual to solid, appearing in his hand, and the dim halo lit up, and under the guidance of Go Long's spiritual power, it covered the body of the thorny ribs.

As for the totem thrust into the ground, Goron hesitated for a moment, but in the midst of Steelmane's surprised gaze, he reached out and turned the thorn over and made him lie on the ground, exposing his even more terrifying back upwards.

"Chief, powder. ”

Bloodslaughter walked over with a thud and placed a basin made of stone beside Goron in his hand - after Ukka's improvement, Bloodslaughter, which has a natural ability to search for food, has a considerable daily output, and the plague in the camp has been basically controlled in the past few days, so the hoarding of medicinal powder is becoming more and more abundant.

Without rubber gloves, Goron could only grab a handful of powdered medicine and sprinkle it directly at the rib wound as if he were sprinkling condiment on a barbecue on a barbecue. As the medicinal powder fell on the erosive skin one after another, the unconscious prickly ribs twitched like an electric massager, and an unconscious, painful ** sound came out of the mouth.

There is no way to do this, Ukka, a troll witch doctor, is indeed amazing in potions, but he is still inexperienced when he is young, and in the process of mixing the powder, he does not realize that this is a medicine powder for the treatment of patients.

The result is: The effect of the powder is very good, but the stimulation of the nerves is also amazing.

Because of this, many of the plague-infected fellows thought it was poison to send them to their ancestors...... Of course, even after understanding the truth. Ukka, the smiling troll, is still a haunting nightmare in their hearts.

Gossip aside, after sprinkling the medicinal powder, all of Golon's healing methods have been exhausted, and there is no way, on this desolate plateau. No matter how good a doctor is, it is difficult for a clever woman to cook without rice.

What's more, the condition of the ribs is not good, and this wild boar man can hide his condition for some reason, which makes his body completely collapsed. Coupled with a very exciting hot bath before, after coming out, the cool breeze blew, and the wild boar man directly had a high fever.

What's more, his body still has suppuration symptoms, and it is very likely that it will deteriorate further if it is stained with hot water that is simply boiled and disinfected.

"Chief, what should he do?"

"Well, put him in quarantine. It is estimated that it will not last more than three days...... Steelmane, move him to my altar. ”

"Move to the altar?" steelmane was stunned, but he wisely didn't remind himself that there was only a pile of ruins left in his chieftain's camp, "Chief, he's infected with the plague, and it's likely that he'll infect others. ”

"You're right. Goron had already given up on educating the scareless guys, and got up from the ground with some difficulty, "If there is nothing else to do, don't come to me easily." ”

"Yes...... Sheik. ”

A thought decided the life and death of others, and Goron's mood was a little delicate, but he didn't say anything more, and left here in the complicated eyes of the steel mane.

"Blood massacre. If there are any worsening conditions, I will carry them to my altar as well. ”

"Chief, isn't your altar collapsing?...... My kitchen knife!"

Steelmane withdrew his gaze from the distance, in the midst of the wailing that came. looked down at the stinging ribs of his right leg that was still swinging on the ground, and couldn't help but snort coldly.

An ordinary clansman actually made such a big effort to make a mysterious sacrifice.

Although Steelmane was disgusted with the stinging ribs out of pride in his heart as a spellcaster, he was still determined to carry out the orders of the powerful Soul Breaker. So he grabbed two Boar Man warriors at random. Ignoring their horrified eyes, he set the task down and returned to the altar to contemplate the wisdom of his ancestors.

In a short period of time, the news of the stabbing ribs spread throughout the camp, but no one dared to disturb Goron's rest, so no one could know the truth, so they could only spread the more and more exaggerated things from the mouths of the few people involved.

Of course, none of these Goron knew that when he awoke from a night of meditation, the ribs fell to the ground in a twisted manner like the rags in the garbage dump, and the men who carried the boar man must have been frightened.

"However, the effect of this medicine is really strong. ”

Goron looked at the ground with his left leg pinned to his right leg, his left hand stuck under his neck, and his right hand on the ribs of his side waist, even so, his shoulders still shook one by one. It's not hard to imagine that even when he woke up, he would immediately faint in pain.

The decision to save this guy was not a whim on the whim of Goron, in fact, after checking the condition of the stinging ribs, he found that he had to take a closer look...... Well, that's a whim.

It's not that he wants to challenge the first physician of Osim after the titles of the first priest of Osim, the first mathematician of Osim, the first linguist of Osim, the first astronomer of Osim, etc., but in this era of ignorance, even the more professional witch doctors are still untrustworthy in the eyes of Goron, and there are too many loopholes in the treatment system.

Goron didn't intend to go deeper, but at least he wanted to figure out how he could prevent it, and to gain a little experience so that he wouldn't be caught off guard by the same situation next time.

Scientifically, there should be no way to do it......

Goron narrowed his eyes, rubbed the right side of his face that was still asleep, and slapped him awake with a final slap to cheer him up.

But if it's magic, you can still give it a try.

Thinking of this, Goron couldn't help but feel a little sad, as a time-traveler who had traveled back from the era of science and technology, his previous life was really too ordinary for this part. (To be continued.) )