Chapter 525: The Beast‑Taming Leader Comes Seeking Nan Qinghuan for Treatment

Rongdi thought she was right, nodded, "That's correct, what you say makes sense, but what exactly does that woman want by bringing people to us?"

They were already prepared to attack; not even a dozen people, even a few hundred, would scare them!

Nan Qinghuan was neither hurried nor impatient; she also wanted to see what A Yao had come for!

Soon, A Yao's party had arrived beneath the Town; when she saw so many people standing there waiting for them, she realized they had been discovered long ago!

Swish— all the archers lined up against them, which made A Yao very frightened, "Don't make a move; we're not here to fight, no."

Upon hearing that they weren't there to fight, Ying narrowed his eyes slightly and had the Town's main gate gradually opened; once it opened, they slowly walked in.

In the candlelight, Nan Qinghuan saw A Yao.

A Yao was still wearing the cloak she had given her when she left last time; upon seeing Nan Qinghuan, she tried to step forward to greet her, but Rongdi stopped her.

"What are you trying to do? You ran away last time, and now you come back with people—are you courting death?"

"Don't kill me; I'm here to seek the Goddess for treatment."

What? Her words left everyone stunned—seeking treatment, what kind of treatment? Only then did Nan Qinghuan notice that among those they were carrying was a person.

What is going on? She wanted to get closer to see, but feared a trick.

"Qinghuan, be careful."

Nan Qinghuan looked at A Yao's anxious expression, then at these people; coming under starry night, they shouldn't be here to wage war against them.

"It's fine, they're not here to cause trouble. A Yao, you just said you're seeking treatment—what exactly is happening, why are you coming to me for it?"

"Goddess, it's like this: after I returned, I didn't mention anything about this place, but the chief somehow learned that you treat people and that those you treat recover. He asked me to bring A Wu to you for treatment. If you can cure A Wu's illness, the Tamed Beast Tribe will forever ally with you and will no longer fight."

"Yes, A Yao is telling the truth. We've been traveling for over ten days; this kid is on the brink of death. He's the chief's last hope. Please, help us."

As they spoke, a group knelt and began pleading; seeing this, Rongdi was also stunned.

"What, they're not here to fight, but to seek treatment?" "That child is your chief's—what's wrong with him?"

Rongdi tried to step forward, but Jiguang shouted, "Stop! Let me take a look."

Jiguang also ran over to see what was going on, and before he could think, he heard that people from other tribes were coming to ask Nan Qinghuan for treatment.

When Jiguang arrived, Rongdi immediately dared not step forward, "Daughter‑in‑law, what are you doing here?"

"Perhaps this child has a contagious disease; if you go like that, won't you get infected?"

"Contagious disease?" Rongdi stepped back a few paces, "Someone, seize this child for me and burn him."

He couldn't let this child appear here, fearing it would affect the people; if the locals became infected, it would be ruinous!

"No, please, I beg you, save the child. He only has many strange lumps on his face and body; it's not contagious."

"Lumps? I don't believe it."

Rongdi, being hot‑tempered, wanted to burn the child and lock all these people up; he couldn't tolerate any trouble among the common people here.

He truly feared contagious disease; he remembered that when his tribe once suffered this strange illness, the people died daily!

Moreover, it was incurable.

Now that the Tamed Beast Tribe's chief sends his sick child, there must be a plot!

"Rongdi, don't rush."

Ying was no longer as reckless as before; he stared coldly at A Yao, "On what basis does he think we will save his child?"

A Yao knew they didn't believe, so she hurriedly took a monkey skull from her waist; the primitive people's token was very odd, all sorts of bizarre shapes.

"This is what our chief asked me to give you; if the child can be saved, he will personally come to thank you and become forever allies, and we also brought precious bronze longswords."

Originally Rongdi didn't want to listen, but upon hearing about bronze longswords he became interested; it turned out the thing they were carrying wasn't explosives…

One should know that such longswords can fetch a high price in Dragon City.

Would the Tamed Beast Tribe's chief be so generous? "Let me see?"

When those bronze longswords appeared before them, at that moment Rongdi's eyes were truly opened.

These bronze longswords were the treasures they had long coveted; their current technology could forge iron, but not such exquisite bronze longswords.

Seeing this, Jiguang and Nan Qinghuan exchanged a glance.

"The bronze longswords are out; the era of cold weapons is about to begin."

History indeed never stops.

Nan Qinghuan paused, turned to Ying, "Ying, what do you think we should do?"

Ying thought for a moment; he also wanted those bronze longswords. If Qinghuan could cure the child, they would ally with the Beast Taming Tribe.

Then, even a Baiqi Tribe wouldn't be able to do anything to them.

So!

He thought, then nodded, "A Yao, I can agree to look at the child, but I don't know if the child can survive; we need to keep the items."

"Fine, the chief said that as long as the Goddess agrees to treat the child, it will definitely work. Good, we agree to you."

Thus, what began as a fight turned out to be a false alarm.

Moreover, it was the Beast Taming Tribe that came seeking them.

This was something Ying and Rongdi had never imagined.

Soon, they brought the child inside, and A Yao's group found a place to settle.

In a clean room, Nan Qinghuan summoned Youchao Xuan and Jiguang.

They prepared to treat the child together.

When they lifted the thick cotton garment, the sight before them made everyone gasp.

Because the child's body was rotting, the skin ulcerated and turned red, a sight that was horrifying to behold!

Inside the small room, a whiff of decay instantly reached Rongdi's nostrils, making him think, "This child is probably dead?"

Jiguang, being a doctor by birth, would not disdain the case; she reached out to check the child's breath and shook her head, "He's not dead, just in a deep sleep. He looks about seven years old; he has some skin disease, and because the wrong medicine was used it turned like this. It probably isn't contagious. Qinghuan, give the child a pulse diagnosis."