Yue Ge'er said, "This medicine is more effective than emetic powder. Although I only took a little bit by mistake, I can't eat anything and I've lost a lot of weight. I'll detoxify myself when I'm almost skinny."
“… …” Brother Xi looked at Brother Yue as if he was a madman.
Yue Ge'er said: "So, Ah Xi, please help me and tell me that you can't cure me for the time being, okay?"
"!" Brother Xi immediately shook off Brother Yue: "No! This poison is no joke, are you crazy?"
"I won't detoxify you. I will never detoxify you today! Ah Xi, please help me. Tell the leaders that I'm sick. Can't I get cured this time?"
"..." Brother Xi looked at Brother Yue in front of him for a long time.
He felt as if he could no longer see any trace of his former playmate in this person.
Of course, he wasn't stupid enough to believe that this man wanted to lose weight, but he had no idea what this man was trying to do, and he wasn't interested in knowing.
He stood up indifferently, looking distant as if he had never met Yue Ge'er: "I am also a fool, how could I be worried about you."
He took out a bottle of antidote from the box he brought, threw it to Yue Ge'er and said, "Whether it can be cured or not, it's up to you."
After saying that, he turned and left.
Yue Ge'er tried to stop him, but couldn't.
As soon as he went out, the leaders and their men came over.
The leader asked nervously, "How is it? How is A-Yue? Is she difficult to treat? Tell me what you need."
"..." Looking at the man's worried expression, Xi Ge'er thought of the situation of the person in the room. He suddenly felt anxious and wanted to leave this place and never set foot in it again.
He gritted his teeth and pushed the man in front of him away, then strode out and said, "You are terminally ill and hopeless, don't come to me!"
Upon hearing this, the leader took a few steps back in shock and sat down on the ground. The middle-aged man heard this, staggered a few times, and barely stood up by holding on to the wall.
"It turns out... we misunderstood Brother Yue." The middle-aged man said, shook his head, sighed, and went back to the house.
The leader sat there for a long time before he mustered up the courage to go in. Yue Ge'er was sitting there, his pale face without a trace of blood. His eyes were red from crying just now, but now that he had stopped crying, the red had faded.
His lifeless appearance hurt the leader's heart.
"Ayue, I..." The leader walked to the man's bed, his knees softened, and he knelt in front of the man's bed.
Yue Ge'er watched as tears welled up in his eyes but did not fall. He closed his eyes slightly, and the tears finally dripped down his cheeks and from his chin, dripping onto the bedding, leaving a stain.
He turned his face away, closed his eyes as if sad, and said nothing more.
Just like that... He didn't say a word of rebuke or blame, but his speechless and choked look was like a sharp blade, cutting the flesh and blood of the orcs in front of him. The leader was about to be drowned by the guilt.
He lowered his head and confessed deeply in front of Yue Ge'er.
He never thought that this person had a terminal illness... It was a terminal illness that even pharmacists could not cure. No wonder he was so obsessed with Seocao.
As an orc, he never thought about how to find herbs to cure his brother. Instead, he suspected that he had ulterior motives. He failed in his duty!