Under the vigilant gazes of the mortal natives, Yang Kai opened his hands to show that he was not a threat, and slowly walked towards them.
"Maybe I can save them!"
Yang Mace pointed to the two seriously injured people on the ground who were unconscious and placed together with the deceased.
Having said that, Yang Kai was afraid that these native mortals would not understand what he was saying, so he continued to gesture with his hands to indicate what he had just said.
In fact, Yang Kai could clearly convey his thoughts to the mortals present with his spiritual consciousness. However, the moment before he appeared, he suddenly sensed the thoughts from Yang Junshan, which made him give up on using magical means to save the injured mortals. author’s thoughts.
"Who are you?"
A tall indigenous monk holding a wooden spear, with his upper body bare and bronze skin exposed, walked out of the crowd. He looked at Yang Kai with alert eyes and a hint of curiosity, especially since he was wearing something that the indigenous people had never seen before. Clothes.
Yang Mace smiled, pointed at the two companions lying on the ground behind him, and said: "They are about to die!"
This tall native obviously understood what Yang Junshan meant, stepped aside to get out of the way, and said in a deep voice: "They are, warriors!"
Yang Kai walked past the man who looked like the leader of this group of indigenous people. Under the vigilant gaze of a group of indigenous mortals, he came to the two unconscious indigenous warriors and squatted down to check their injuries. .
With Yang Mace's cultivation strength, wouldn't it be easy to save a few mortal natives
The so-called "resurrection from the dead", "living dead, flesh and white bones" and other legends among mortals are really just rumors to an immortal like Yang Kai.
Although he could know the injuries of the two people with just a glance of his consciousness, Yang Kai did not use any cultivator's methods. Instead, he actually squatted on the ground and put his fingers on the wrist of one of them. A purely mortal healer's way of diagnosing the injuries to their internal organs.
Yang Junshan only has a superficial understanding of alchemy. As for medical skills and other mortal things, how can it be possible for him to gain his insight
But more importantly, he thought that even with his superficial knowledge of alchemy, he would be enough to become a peerless doctor among mortals.
As a result, a group of mortal natives saw Yang Mace put his fingers on the wrist of one of his seriously injured companions for a moment, pondered for a moment, raised his head and glanced around, then stood up. Amidst the incomprehensible eyes of the natives, he walked in the woods. After groping among the weeds on the ground for a while, I pulled out several different grasses.
He handed a few "grasses" in his hand to the indigenous leader, and then pointed to the indigenous person whose pulse he had just taken, Yang Mace said: "Cook it with fire, and then give it to him to drink."
The leader looked at the "grass" in his hand, then at Yang Mace, and said, "Eat, grass?"
Yang Kai's expression looked very calm: "If you want him to survive, just do as I say."
It was a very ordinary sentence and did not exert any influence such as magic. However, the leader seemed to feel an irreversible will.
The leader quickly turned around and gave two instructions to his fellow tribesmen. Soon someone gathered firewood. After using the saved fire to raise a pile of flames, a cauldron made of stone was placed on top of the flames.
While the other natives, under the command of the leader, were boiling water and decoction according to Yang Kai's instructions, Yang Junshan was already following the same pattern to take the pulse of the second seriously injured person, and then again
I walked around the surrounding woods and picked a few herbs and came back.
This time Yang Kai didn't need to say anything. Upon seeing this, the leader quickly raised a second fire and placed a stone cauldron filled with water on it.
It has to be said that this newly born world is full of places where essences gather. Yang Kai just wandered around in the woods and picked out excellent quality herbs, and even found a few usable ones. The spiritual grass was used to assist low-level cultivation, but he was too lazy to pick it.
While preparing medicine for the two seriously injured fellow tribesmen, other native mortals began to pack up the prey harvested from the hunt, and Yang Mace walked up to the three natives with broken arms and legs.
Seeing Yang Kai approaching, the three people who were originally depressed suddenly became excited and their faces were full of hope.
"Can they, okay?"
The leader's voice came from behind, and he had obviously been paying attention to Yang Mace.
Yang Mace nodded and said: "Yes, but it will take some time to get better."
The leader was overjoyed when he heard this and said: "Please, cure them, quickly!"
Yang Mace nodded, then looked up at the surrounding branches. He was going to make a few splints first.
Similarly, Yang Kai could easily cure it, but he still chose the ordinary method, first straightening the broken bone, then fixing it with a splint, and finally tying the splint tightly with a few rattan ropes.
At this time, the herbs in the stone cauldron were almost ready. They ordered the natives to pour the decoction into the bamboo tubes they used to hold water, and then poured it into the bellies of the two seriously injured tribesmen.
I don’t know if it’s Yang Kai who really has great medical skills, or if the herbs in this new world are powerful, or if these native mortals have different constitutions. The two people who originally looked like they were dying, after drinking just a cup of tea, After that, his breathing gradually became much heavier, and his originally pale face looked much rosier. Even these native mortals probably understood that these two companions were probably alive.
Amidst the cheers of the natives, several people who seemed to be close to the two seriously injured people excitedly wanted to go forward to express something to Yang Mace, but were stopped midway by the leader and scolded him loudly. After a few words, seeing the clansmen retreating cowardly, the leader turned to Yang Mace and said: "Sage, save us, we will repay you!"
A fair transaction of give and take
This method is in line with the wishes of the deity. Yang Kai thought for a while and said: "I am a tourist. I have traveled to many places and want food and rest."
The leader understood, and was even a little happy, and quickly invited: "Sage, come, the tribe has sleeping and food."
After saying that, the leader seemed to be a little impatient and turned around and roared twice to his fellow tribesmen. The natives responded excitedly, then brought the prey, collected fruits, supported or carried the injured, and sang loudly "Rough" The desolate song walked out of the woods, and at the invitation of the leader, Yang Kai was specially allowed to walk in the middle of the team.
"What? Aboriginal tribes?" Yang Ting rubbed his ears and said, "Are there already Aboriginals in Fengtian World? But it seems that these Aboriginal tribes are very few. We have been walking for so long. Found other indigenous tribes.”