"Is it true that corpses will make our people sick?"
A soft, feminine voice suddenly spoke up. Wu Yue looked over and saw it was the female Witch Disciple from the Lion Tribe.
Her eyes were filled with curiosity, as if she were genuinely puzzled by the matter.
Wu Yue chuckled and nodded. "It’s true. It’s not just corpses—even healthy tribesn will get sick from eating rotten prey. In severe cases, they can even die."
The female disciple nodded, then sat there with a frown, saying no more.
A strange silence descended upon the grass hut.
Wu Yue found it strange. ’Weren’t there supposed to be a lot of injured Beastn?’
’So why are we all just sitting around doing nothing?’
Just as she was wondering, the hut’s curtain was lifted, and several tall, slender Beastn walked in—they were the Beastman Warriors from the Flying Eagle Tribe.
At that mont, Wu Yue, Yuan Qi, and the others exchanged a look with the Beastman Warriors from the Flying Eagle Tribe... Heh heh!
’What a coincidence! Weren’t these the sa Flying Eagle Tribe warriors they had run into in the deep forest, the ones who were nearly killed by the Single-horned Wolves?’
After greeting the Black Wolf Witch and the Clan Leader, they flashed big, toothy grins and sat down beside Wu Yue’s group, imdiately striking up a lively conversation.
Seeing the familiar beastly faces, Wu Yue couldn’t help but smile.
"Now that everyone has arrived, I will assign the dical duties for each tribe."
The Clan Leader cleared his throat, and everyone instantly fell silent, turning to look at him.
The Black Wolf Tribe had already separated all the injured Beastn and Half-beastman Warriors into different grass huts.
The Black Wolf Witch was treating so of the more important Beastman Warriors and Half-beastman Warriors, while Wu Yue’s group was tasked with treating the remaining Beastn and Half-beastn.
The Snow Tiger Tribe was assigned a grass hut with over a dozen injured Half-beastman Warriors.
"Oh my god! GAG—"
"This wound is completely rotten! Can he even be saved?"
Wu Yue was also shocked when she saw the Half-beastman Warriors, because all of their wounds showed the exact sa symptoms...
’System, their wounds are this bad. Is there really any hope for them?’
All the wounds looked as if they hadn’t been treated at all. They were all red, swollen, and oozing pus. There were even so unidentifiable insects landing on them from ti to ti.
The sight made Wu Yue’s stomach turn.
The System also sounded a bit exasperated. "Host, please clean this hut first. Those insects crawling on them are basically relatives of the common fly."
Wu Yue turned to the Beastman Warriors behind her. "This hut is too filthy. These flying insects will only make their wounds rot faster. Could you all please clean this place up first? I’m going to check if we have all the necessary herbs for treatnt."
The Beastman Warriors nodded. With a flick of their claws, they unearthed a few stone pots, filled them with water, and began to clean the hut.
anwhile, Wu Yue’s face had gone deathly pale.
Her voice trembled as she asked her System, ’Do I really have to cut away all that necrotic flesh?’
The System’s still sowhat childish voice replied with a firm, "Yes. The herbs you brought are sufficient, but simply applying them to the wounds as they are now is useless."
"You must first completely debride all the necrotic flesh from the wounds, then apply the dicine. Afterward, you’ll need to brew an herbal decoction for them to drink. That’s the only way they’ll have a chance to recover."
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