The orcs in the Monte tribe were very active in treating the tribe's tribe. The tent was built after Ji Nuan finished eating breakfast. In order to have a better treatment environment for the injured orc, they even laid a layer of wooden boards on the ground to isolate the moisture on the ground.

The tent was very spacious. Ji Nuan walked into the tent and followed Uncle Bai, the boy who had been helping Ji Nuan.

In addition to Meng Zhuomunde, there were three strange orcs in the tent. Ji Nuan ignored it, and the leader of Gexing brought several orcs to follow him in.

Ji Nuan walked to the nearest winged orc, squatted down to check their injuries. Because of the pain on her body, the winged orc's expression was a bit ferocious and her face looked extremely ugly.

"When their wings were eroded by the cold wind on the Beast God Mountain for a long time, they could not be used anymore. Now they have spread to their bodies." A strange orc from the Monte tribe said.

Ji Nuan nodded, took a small porcelain jar from the basket on the back, and looked at Monte: "Go and get a bowl of water."

Meng Tai, who had seen her treatment, ran out happily and brought a bowl of water in, and then looked at Ji Nuan with anticipation... the porcelain jar in his hand.

Ji Nuan opened the lid of the porcelain jar, carefully scooped a little powder with a wooden spoon and put it into the water.

The three orcs of the Monte tribe sniffed, but did not smell the ingredients of the medicine powder.

After changing a spoon and mixing the potion evenly, Ji Nuan said: "Feed him and drink it."

Mengtai looked at the potion in his hand with eager eyes: "Is this the potion that immediately relieves pain?"

Ji Nuan nodded: "Yes, go quickly."

Mengtai carefully walked to the winged orc with the potion and handed the bowl containing the potion to his mouth: "Drink it quickly, and it won't hurt immediately."

The orc looked at Mengtai in emotion, and held his body and drank the bowl of Chinese medicine with difficulty. Then he tilted his head and fell asleep calmly.

Meng Zhuo and the other three orcs immediately stepped forward: "What's wrong with him?"

Before Ji Nuan could speak, Meng Tai smiled and said, "Father, uncle, don't worry, he is fine. This is a precious painkiller provided by Ji Nuan's witch doctor. As long as you drink it, no matter how painful the subsequent treatment is, he will not feel any pain. After the treatment is over, he will wake up at noon tomorrow."

Mengtai's words shocked Meng Zhuo and the Sange Orcs. There was such a magical medicine?

Taking out the scissors, Ji Nuan patiently cut off the skin of the upper body of the winged orc, and his injuries instantly showed them in the eyes of the orcs.

The place where the wings connect to the shoulders is already black and purple, and the place without feathers is the same color.

Ji Nuan was shocked by such injuries: "This is really too serious. His wings have been necrotic and have spread to his shoulders."

Meng Zhuo nodded with a serious expression: "Yes, the winged orcs in the past died like this. Even if there were those who persisted in the tribe, the witch doctor could not treat them."

Ji Nuan said in his heart: Of course there is no way to treat it. Such injuries are useless except for removing necrotic wings.

She looked at Meng Zhuo and said, "Now there is a way to make him survive."
Chapter completed!