Sitting in a strange stone house, this house is more humane than the empty house when I first woke up. There are many wooden shelves and tables. When I was brought in, I saw some green plants drying on the shelves at the door.
Qi Yan looked around and felt a sudden chill on his ankles. He looked down and saw some green, ground grass foam being applied to the red and swollen areas.
"What is this..." Qi Yan asked quietly.
The man who treated his sprain was something he had never seen before. His face was full of alienation and indifference. Just when Qi Yan thought he didn't bother to answer his question, the other man's indifferent voice sounded.
"Herbs."
"… Thanks."
The other party's few words made Qi Yan choke, and he quickly thanked him and stopped talking.
A quarter of an hour later, the red and swollen area became itchy and stinging like a pinprick. Qi Yan held back his mouth and clenched his fists, resisting himself from reaching out to push away the herbs applied to his feet.
The man was already tinkering with herbs on the shelf on the side and had no time to pay attention to himself, and he couldn't call them. After all, this man was really indifferent.
Shi Ang and the other three people stopped when Qi Yan entered the stone house. They didn't know whether they were afraid of something or keeping an agreement. They looked at Qi Yan comfortingly until the man took Qi Yan into the house and shielded him. The residence has all sight lines.
"Don't move."
Qi Yan raised his head and saw the man looking at him with a slight frown on his face. His feet that were moving around because he couldn't help but feel itchy suddenly didn't dare to move.
Seeing his grimace, the man seemed to sigh softly, walked over, squatted next to him, and looked at his injury, "Is it itchy?"
"Ah?... Yeah!" Qi Yan nodded, "There's still... a little pain."
After hearing this, the man took out a small wooden stick on one side and removed half of the herbs on the wound. Then use a wooden spoon to scoop out a spoonful of water and gently sprinkle it on the wound.
The cool touch relieved a little bit of the itching pain. Qi Yan took a breath of relief and quietly watched the man tend to his wounds.
After a while, Qi Yan felt that the redness and swelling on his feet had eased. At least he dared to turn his ankle slightly without much pain.
"Thank you!" Qi Yan raised a big smile at the man.
The man seemed oblivious and was busy sorting out the messy vegetation.
"My name is Qi Yan..." Qi Yan spoke again, pursed his lips, and seemed to be struggling with the words to introduce himself: "You... um... your leader picked it up..."
"I know. I was also there at the time." The man's indifferent voice sounded, "I am Baoze."
"Thank you very much! I've caused you trouble... If there's any, um, errand work like that, let me do it!" In order to express his gratitude, Qi Yan made this promise. After all, he is a young man now, being taken in by a tribe, not to mention his personal wealth...
Bao Ze did not speak, but turned around and said hello to the three anxious male orcs waiting at the door. Then Shi Ang and three others rushed in and gathered around Qi Yan to greet him.
"How about the little female?"
"Qi Yan, are you okay?"
"Idiot, let's see if you still dare to run around."
Seeing that they didn't give him a chance to speak, Qi Yan twitched the corner of his mouth, waved his hand and interrupted: "Okay, it's much better, don't worry, everyone!"
Seeing this, Lu Er rubbed the top of Qi Yan's head and said gently: "I'm sorry for causing you injury."
"No, it's not!" Qi Yan said loudly: "I am the one who made you worry... I am an insignificant person to begin with."