His fingertips trembled, his knuckles shrank, and he quickly pulled his hand back from the man's grasp.
“You…you…what are you doing?!” Wang Jin protected his hands and asked in a trembling voice.
The man frowned, seemingly unable to understand Wang Jin's reaction. He patiently explained, "The orc's saliva can stop the bleeding. Just give it to you."
"No!" Wang Jin refused loudly. This was too weird.
"Please call a doctor... or a pharmacist for me." Wang Jin said.
The man's brows furrowed even more: "It's just a minor injury, there's no need to call a pharmacist."
“It’s just a minor injury. Go and ask me for money…” Wang Jin froze for a moment. He had no money, and this world did not recognize silver.
In the past, when he got hurt, everyone in the mansion had to take care of him, but now...
Wang Jin shrugged his shoulders sadly and frustratedly. The man looked at the listless little madman in front of him for a while, then stood up.
Wang Jin looked up and saw the man walking out.
Wang Jin reached out and grabbed his fur coat: "Where are you going?"
The man said, "I'll go try and see if I can get the tribe's pharmacist."
Wang Jin clenched his knuckles, grabbed the man's veterinarian tightly, and said with difficulty: "No need..."
In this world, doctors and pharmacists are in short supply. There is only one pharmacist in the Danmu tribe, and his status is very high. It would be strange if one could hire him.
"Go get this for me... I won't need a pharmacist anymore if you're done." Wang Jin pointed at the grass on the ground that the man had put aside.
The man turned his head and looked at the little lunatic.
The little madman didn't look very painful, but his lips were slightly pouted, and he looked like he was throwing a tantrum and wanted someone to coax him.
This little lunatic talks a lot and behaves strangely, but he is indeed good-looking.
One glance from those clear black and white eyes can soften your heart, and one look of loss makes you want to agree to all his requests...
It's just that this is meaningless...
Never mind, this is my brother...
If he doesn't coax you, who will
The man squatted down, picked up the grass, washed it in a water tank beside him, and went into the house.
Wang Jin followed closely, like a super clingy pet.
The man followed him and took him into the inner kitchen. The kitchen was a little brighter than the front, but still very dark overall.
The man took a porcelain bowl, filled it with water, put the grass in it, made a fire, and set it aside to cook.
The fire was very strong and there were only a few herbs, so they became soft soon. When the water dried up, the man pounded the herbs, which were actually only a little larger than the size of a finger.
Wang Jin looked at the fragments with shining eyes and reached out his wounded hand.
Although the wound was unintentional, it came at the right time.
Although this Bisheng ointment is used to remove scars, it can actually also treat minor wounds. Such a small amount of medicine is not enough to remove a man's scars, so it would be more appropriate to test the medicine on his minor wound.
The man was stunned, seemingly not understanding what Wang Jin meant by suddenly reaching out his hand. Wang Jin showed his wound and said anxiously, "Apply that."
The man frowned, opened his mouth to say something, and finally pinched some of the powder and smelled it, as if to confirm whether it was harmful. After confirming, he obediently applied it on the little madman's hand.