Chapter 153: This beastman is a bit flirtatious

Some sleep-inducing herbs were added to the medicinal soup, so the beastfolk's breathing gradually eased at this moment.

Wu Yue looked toward Yuan Qi: "Uncle, if we want to treat his wounds, I still lack several herbs here."

Yuan Qi nodded: "You are the shaman, you know better than us how to treat his wounds; tell us what herbs you need and the beastfolk will bring you out to find them."

Wu Yue nodded: "The sooner the better; his injuries are serious, dragging it out too long is not good."

This time I'll go gathering with you.

The beastfolk's low voice sounded beside her; Wu Yue turned toward the sound and saw that tall, straight figure already appear before her eyes.

The surrounding air carried a faint, clear scent—that was Yuan Lang's scent.

Yuan Qi nodded: "Alright, take a few beastfolk with you to go out; the remaining beastfolk continue the hunting mission, as this concerns your future training—don't be careless."

The beastfolk all responded in unison.

Wu Yue's medicinal soup was clearly effective; the beastfolk's fever indeed gradually subsided at night.

However, the pain in his body still caused him to involuntarily utter cries of pain.

Wu Yue forced herself to ignore the beastfolk's occasional painful groans, while in her mind she constantly checked with the system about where to find the herbs needed tomorrow.

Early the next morning, Wu Yue got up early to check on the beastfolk's condition; it was obvious that yesterday's shamanic medicine had taken effect, and the beastfolk showed no adverse symptoms.

"Dog System, if we go out for a day, will he be alright?"

Tongzi adjusted the bow on her new clothes, then solemnly nodded: "Host, rest assured; this is your first step on the path of showing off, I will absolutely not hold you back."

Wu Yue let out a soft hum: "Give you a chance to speak properly."

The system, eager to survive, instantly grasped the deeper meaning of those words and hurriedly said in a fawning tone: "Host, rest assured; that beastfolk will absolutely be fine within three days—you forgot they have self-healing ability?"

Moreover, with your medicinal soup, he will only get better.

Wu Yue immediately set her mind at ease, stirring the wooden stick and slowly immersing the pale yellow shamanic power she had condensed into the medicinal soup.

She had never been a foolish person, and making shamanic medicine was certainly no exception.

Although yesterday's study had been difficult, today making shamanic medicine again was much simpler, taking less than half the time it did yesterday.

All done?

The beastfolk's low voice came from behind her; Wu Yue was startled by the sudden sound and trembled, almost throwing the wooden stick into the small stone pot.

Yuan Lang's eyes flickered with a smile; he instantly stepped forward and grasped both the wooden stick and Wu Yue's hand together in his own.

Enveloped by his scorching large palm, Wu Yue felt a fine layer of sweat gradually seeping out of her palm.

I don't know if it's an illusion, but I always feel that Yuan Lang has been a bit flirtatious these past few days.

Having steadied her mind, she smiled faintly and looked up at the beastfolk, who was much taller than her: "Alright, let it cool a bit before feeding it to him."

Originally I wanted to ask Uncle Yuan Qi to find two beastfolk to help feed the medicine to the beastfolk, just as she and Yuan Lang had cooperated yesterday.

But these tall, sturdy beastfolk warriors demonstrated with their strength what it means to be clumsy-handed, truly leaving people helpless.

After feeding the medicinal soup, Wu Yue then shouldered her small basket and set out with Yuan Lang and the others to search for the other herbs needed for treatment.