In a groggy state, Shang Ke felt a burning pain in his back, as if someone was smearing something on his wound. Mutu's breath was by his side, and a big hand gently stroked his head.
The action of applying the medicine stopped, and then an old voice said: "I have already helped him with the medicine, and then it's up to him."
Shang Ke recognized that the speaker was Qiao Huo, the witch doctor of the Lion clan, but his words sounded a bit resigned to fate. He is very aware of his injury. Although it is serious, it is basically a trauma. As long as he takes good care of the medicine and takes care not to get infected, with the physical quality of the orc, there is no problem in recovering.
"Joho, be sure to cure him!" Mutu ordered in a strong tone.
Qiao Huo said coldly: "Patriarch, I'm just a little witch doctor, and I don't have the power to fight against the God of Destiny."
Mutu didn't speak, but Shang Ke could feel his anger.
His back hurt more and more, but Shang Ke couldn't hold on anymore and fell into a coma again.
In the next few days, Shang Ke woke up intermittently several times, but the time was shorter each time, and the injury became more and more serious, and it seemed that it had begun to fester.
It was only at this moment that Shang Ke realized that there might be something wrong with the wound medicine the witch doctor gave him. He has seen him treat other orcs. Although his medical skills are not high, he is quite experienced in preparing trauma medicine. It makes no sense that the more the treatment is, the more serious it is.
When it was time to change the dressing, Shang Ke wanted to stop him, but he was exhausted, his brain was dizzy, and he couldn't speak, so he could only let the witch doctor smear him. There was severe pain from the wound on the back, as if a layer of flesh had been scraped off, Shang Ke couldn't help shaking slightly.
"Yanu, does it hurt?" Mutu's anxious voice sounded in his ears.
Shang Ke raised his sour eyes hard, only to see a blurry face. The ears were buzzing, and the sound of Mutu's anger at the witch doctor struck his brain like a bell and drum, making his consciousness even more blurred.
No, he had to find a way to tell Mutu that there was a problem with the medicine. He has already completed the main quest, how could he be willing to die in someone else's calculations!
After a while, he was the only one left in the room. He cheered up, moved his fingers to the side of the stone bed with difficulty, groping for the sharp part, then rubbing his fingers back and forth at the sharp point, rubbing for a while, resting for a while, and then continuing until the wound was abruptly ripped apart and the flow out blood.
This process took him more than half an hour.
Shang Ke raised his bloody fingers, tremblingly drew the shape of a medicinal herb on the stone bed, with a few simple strokes, using almost all his strength.
Just after painting, Mutu came out of the house.
Shang Ke was pleasantly surprised: Mutu, look down!
However, Mutu didn't hear his cry, only saw his bleeding fingers, and then sat down on the stone bed, rubbing the still-dry blood into a blur.
Shang Ke couldn't help shedding tears, and the results of more than half an hour fell short. This is probably his last hope. If he doesn't change his medicine, he may not be able to survive tomorrow.
"Patriarch, we are going." There was a shout from the orcs outside.
Mutu wiped away the tears from the corners of Shang Ke's eyes in distress, his brows furrowed deeply, and his eyes were full of worry and irritability.
It wasn't until there was another urging outside that Mutu let go of the hand that had stopped the bleeding again, lowered his head and kissed his face, and said softly, "Wait for me to come back." Then he stood up slowly, walking with a heavy weight. Steps, step by step, go back out.
He didn't want to leave, but he had to. Half of the food they stored was burned by the pheasants, and they had to be replenished as soon as possible, otherwise in this cold season, I don't know how many people would starve to death.
Shang Ke, who was on the bed, felt that Mutu's breath was gradually fading away, and silently asked for help in his heart: Mutu, don't go, don't go...
Mutu paused and looked back at Shang Ke again, feeling a strong sense of unease in his heart, feeling that he would never see his fox again after leaving.
However, due to the responsibility of being the Lion King, he finally walked out of Shang Ke's room and, together with other warriors, was busy for the survival of the whole clan.
Shang Ke closed his eyes weakly, the last ray of hope was completely shattered with Mutu's departure...
Mutu took the warriors of the tribe, looking for traces of prey along the way. But when the cold season came, most of the animals had already hid in their dens. For the whole morning, they only harvested one wild boar, three hares and a few nuts.
"Huh? Patriarch, are you injured?" While resting, an orc suddenly asked.
"What?" Mutu looked at him inexplicably.
The orc pointed to his trousers and said, "You have blood on your trousers."
Mutu pulled his trousers, and sure enough, he saw a blood stain on the back of his right leg.
He didn't care, and said casually, "Maybe I accidentally rubbed it somewhere. I'm not injured."
Just as he was about to let go, his heart suddenly moved, and he pulled over to take a look. The bloodstain was oddly shaped and didn't look like it was naturally formed.
Mutu thought for a while, then simply cut the piece of fabric with a knife, and took it to his eyes to examine it carefully.
When the other orcs saw this, they all showed embarrassed expressions: should they cut off the whole piece of cloth just because it was stained with a little blood...
Mutu rubbed the blood on the cloth, although the lines were blurred, but the general shape could still be seen, it should be a leaf of a plant. He suddenly remembered the fox's bloody fingers and the marks on the edge of the stone bed. He didn't notice it at the time, but now that he thinks about it, it might not be ordinary blood, but a message that the fox specially left him? In this way, the wound on the fox's finger is probably also broken by himself, just to draw this pattern.
Thinking of this, Mutu's face became extremely ugly. The fox can't speak, and can only communicate with him in this way, even at the expense of hurting himself, but he doesn't pay attention at all.
The fox was crying, not because of the pain in the wound, but because of his negligence.
Mutu suddenly stood up and said loudly: "I'm going back to the tribe first, you guys continue to hunt!"
After saying this, he quickly ran in the direction of the tribe without stopping.
"Hey, was the patriarch who ran over just now?" An orc looked at the back that had gone away.
"It seems, why did he come back early?"
"Maybe they found a large group of prey and came back to call for people."
The orcs talked while repairing the broken house.
Mutu rushed into Shang Ke's room, walked quickly to his bedside, and whispered, "Fox, I'm back, what do you want to tell me?"
The bloodstain beside the stone bed had already been smeared into a ball, and the pattern on the cloth might as well be clear. But even so, Mutu could not understand the meaning.
Shang Ke's eyelashes fluttered a few times, but he couldn't open his eyes.
Mutu gently held his hand and asked again, "Yanu, what do you want to tell me?"
Shang Ke has no strength to respond, his life is rapidly draining.
Mutu felt the coldness of his body, and a huge panic rose in his heart. He unfolded the fabric again, carefully recognizing the pattern on it.
First of all, it can be determined that this is a leaf, but why did he draw a leaf, and what is the use of this leaf
Out of the corner of Mutu's eyes, he suddenly caught a glimpse of the green juice smeared on Shang Ke's back, and a flash of light flashed in his mind: Herbs! The fox drew him a medicinal herb!
He remembered that when he was injured, the fox once healed him personally. At that time, he recovered quickly, and he thought that his injury was not serious. Now that he thinks about it, it is very likely that the wound medicine prepared by the fox worked well for him.
The herb in my memory is indeed very similar to the leaves on the cloth. The fox wants him to change his medicine!
The witch doctor has been treating for so long, and the injury has not decreased, but it has become more serious. It can be seen that the wound medicine he used is very problematic, and he has not discovered the abnormality until now, so that Shang Ke's treatment has been delayed. Mutu finally understood what Shang Ke meant, but he was already in danger at this time.
While secretly hating his own stupidity, he rushed out murderously.
Instead of going to the witch doctor's troubles, he went to find the herb.
Fox, you will be fine!
Shang Ke felt that his consciousness was ups and downs, and he didn't know where he was.
At this moment, a smiling voice suddenly came from my ear: [Shoumo, you are my double cultivation partner, don't be lazy, how can you always lose to your junior brother?]
[Winning or losing is not important, as long as you are happy.]
[Winning or losing is not important, but I don't want you to get hurt. If I find someone who has left even a single scar on you, I'll scrape that person off.]
[You are too cruel, what about the promise of correcting evil?]
[I have been very upright, since I met you, I have never hurt anyone's life again, so don't give me a chance to break my precepts, let me continue to be a well-dressed upright gentleman.]
[Hahaha, you are too embarrassed to say that you are a 'gentleman' and 'well-dressed', I think 'a beast' is more appropriate, hahaha... ]
[Don't laugh, you can remember, don't get hurt!]
[alright…]
The voice gradually blurred, but Shang Ke's consciousness gradually became clear.
He opened his eyes slowly, and first saw the animal skin blanket beside his face, and then a messy golden hair.
Mutu was leaning back against the bed, his head lowered, and snoring happily.
He didn't even die? Shang Ke was both surprised and happy in his heart. It seems that Mutu finally recognized the herb and did not let him be killed by the witch doctor alive.
The back was cool for a while, and the burning pain from before was less, and Shang Ke felt relaxed at this time. For others, this kind of injury may be a kind of torture, but for him, who has long been used to the pain, as long as the pain is relieved a little, it is a great happiness.
Mutu noticed the movement around him, opened his eyes suddenly, saw Shang Ke woke up, and exclaimed in surprise, "You are awake!"
Immediately, he realized that the sound seemed too loud, so he lowered his throat and asked in a low voice, "How do you feel? Is there any discomfort? I have prepared a basin of fine sand for you. If you want to say something, just draw it in the sand table."
Shang Ke shook his head slightly, and rolled his eyes at him, revealing a smile like a newborn, with a sparkling brilliance in his eyes.
Mutu felt a tinge in his heart inexplicably, picked up a bunch of long hair, put it on his lips, and kissed gently and devoutly.
[Additional task 1 - Make sure that none of the lions die of hunger in this cold season.]
The author has something to say: Small Theater:
Mutu: Fox, why are you staring at my ass, does it feel particularly sexy
Shang Ke: It's this butt that erased my blood book and almost killed me.
Mutu: … I knew I was wrong.
Shang Ke: It's not enough to know what's wrong. From today, give me a thin butt!
Mutu: (╥mouth╥) Let the ball go…