MTL - The Orc Old Attack Lightly Teases-Chapter 4 he will heal

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In modern times, Fei Li was at least a top student in the medical school, with a lot of book knowledge and clinical experience.

According to his observation, the fight between Luosang and the lion beast was nothing more than bites and scratches, which could not trouble him.

All the orcs looked back at Fei Li.

The patriarch of Fei Li approached him and whispered, "Fei Li, don't be brave, don't put yourself in it."

The patriarch didn't want to see him get hurt again for his clansman, so he spoke to stop him.

Gratefully glanced at the patriarch, Fei Li went straight forward.

"Let go of him, I'll go with you."

The wolves looked at each other and dropped the man just now.

"If you can't cure Lord Lausanne, you will die!"

After the words fell, an orc dragged Fei Li to Lausanne.

At this time, Luosang turned into a white wolf, lying weak and huddled on the ground.

The wound on the front leg was still oozing blood.

Seeing him with half-opened eyes, Luosang moved his body, "What are you doing here?"

Luosang's words were full of dislike for him.

He gave Luosang a blank look, and checked the wound, but fortunately it was only a little skin trauma.

In this era, the medical and sanitary conditions are poor, and even a small injury cannot be ignored.

He raised his eyes and looked around. He remembered that there were many herbs in the primitive society, so he hurriedly looked around.

Not far away, a patch of small thistles grew just right, and he quickly picked a handful.

An old professor of medical school once said that in the past, rural people were often injured due to work and had no money to see a doctor, so they used thistle to stop bleeding, and the effect was great.

Lausanne's wound was bitten by a lion beast, and the bleeding could just be stopped with a thistle.

Seeing him coming back with an unknown grass, he immediately picked up a stone and began to crush the thistle. The wolf beast Maori on the side asked vigilantly, "What are you doing?"

"Of course I used this to save your Master Luosang." While speaking, he didn't stop pounding herbs.

Mao Li stared at Little Thistle disdainfully, "Can these grasses cure Lord Lausanne?"

In the primitive era, these grasses were the most disdainful things for the orcs, and only the most useless orcs would eat grass.

"Of course, it's a good thing to stop bleeding."

After crushing the thistle, he was about to apply it on Lausanne's leg when Maori stopped him again.

"Stop! I don't allow you to touch Lord Lausanne with this kind of thing."

Mao Li looked at the herbal medicine, as if looking at a pile of poison, and regarded him as a murderer.

He sighed helplessly, how could he explain to the orcs that thistle is a herbal medicine?

At this moment, Luosang, who was lying on the ground, groaned forbearance.

He searched for the sound, "If you're stopping me, your Lord Lausanne is dead, don't blame me!"

Maori subconsciously took a step back, but still did not let go.

"Let's do this! I'll eat a little myself to prove that it's not poisonous, so you should feel relieved, right?"

After the words fell, he picked up a bit of crushed herbal medicine and put it into his mouth, chewing with a ferocious expression on his face.

So bitter, so unpalatable!

Mom, I want to go home!

Why am I here?

Do you want to come to this muddy water?

Seeing that he was fine after eating, Mao Li finally stopped blocking him.

He took the herbal medicine and spread it evenly on Luosang's wound.

As expected of an orc respected by the wolf tribe, Luosang grinned in pain and did not stop him from moving.

After applying it, Luosang's wound really stopped bleeding.

Looking down at his leg, Luosang looked up at Fei Li, "You know how to heal? Are you a witch doctor?"

Medical skills are rare in the primitive society where the weak prey on the strong, and witch doctors have a high status in the tribe.

The rest of the wolves looked at Fei Li with shocked eyes when they heard the word "witch doctor".

It would be great if the primitive tribes could provide enough food and clothing. Who would have time to treat diseases?

Fei Li proudly raised his head, the witch doctor is the witch doctor! As long as you can save your life.

"Yes, I am the witch doctor of our clan."

The rest of the wolves approached Luosang one after another, whispered to him, and looked back at Fei Li from time to time.

The wolves scattered, and Luosang reluctantly said, "You come back to the wolf tribe with us."

Not to discuss, but to inform him.

He has seen Luosang's strength before, so instead of looking for a new reliance, he might as well follow Luosang back to the wolf clan.

Um!

He decided to follow Lausanne in the future.

"Although you are a witch doctor, you are still a slave in our tribe..."