Chapter 197: Cutting Away the Rotten Flesh

Is it true that corpses will make the tribespeople sick?

A soft female voice suddenly rang out; Wu Yue turned toward the sound, and it was indeed the female shaman disciple of the Mad Lion Tribe.

At this moment, her eyes were full of curiosity, as if she truly felt doubtful about this matter.

Wu Yue lightly laughed and nodded: "It's true; not only the corpses of the tribespeople, even tribespeople in good health who eat rotten game will fall ill, and severe cases can even cost their lives."

The female nodded, then sat there with a furrowed brow, silent.

Inside the grass hut fell into a strange silence.

Wu Yue found it strange; weren't there supposed to be many injured beastfolk?

Now just sitting here, what's the situation?

While she was puzzled, the curtain of the grass hut was lifted, and several tall-built beastfolk walked in, namely the beast warriors of the Eagle Hawk Tribe.

And at this moment, Wu Yue, Yuan Qi, and the others exchanged glances with the few beast warriors of the Eagle Hawk Tribe... hehe!

What a coincidence! Isn't this the group of Eagle Hawk Tribe warriors we encountered in the deep forest last time, the ones who almost got killed by a unicorn wolf?

After greeting the Black Wolf shaman and chieftain, they bared their big white teeth and sat beside Wu Yue and the others, speaking enthusiastically.

Seeing several familiar beast faces, Wu Yue couldn't help but break into a smile.

"Now that everyone's here, I'll assign the rescue duties for each tribe."

The chieftain gave a light cough, and everyone immediately fell silent, all looking at him.

The Black Wolf Tribe has already arranged all injured beastfolk and half-beast warriors in separate grass huts.

The Black Wolf shaman treats the relatively important beast warriors and half-beast warriors of the tribe, while Wu Yue and the others' task is to treat the remaining beastfolk and half-beasts.

In the grass hut assigned to the Snow Tiger Tribe, there are over a dozen injured half-beast warriors.

"Oh my god! Ugh~"

"These wounds are all rotted! Can they still be saved?"

Wu Yue was also quite surprised when she saw these half-beast warriors, because the wounds on their bodies all shared the same symptom...

"Tongzi, their wounds have become like this; is there really still hope?"

All the wounds look as if they've never been treated, all red, swollen, and oozing pus, and even some unknown worms occasionally fall on them.

Seeing this scene, Wu Yue felt utterly unwell.

Tongzi also felt speechless: "Host, please first clean up the hygiene in this grass hut; the kind of worms clinging to them are practically relatives of flies."

Wu Yue turned her head to look at the few beast warriors behind her: "The grass hut is too dirty; these flying worms will worsen the rotting of their wounds. Uncles, please clean this place first; I'll go check if the medicinal herbs for treatment are all there."

Several beast warriors nodded, waved their claws, dug out a few stone pots, fetched water, and began cleaning the hygiene inside the grass hut.

But at this moment, Wu Yue's face had already turned deathly pale.

Her voice trembling, she asked her own Tongzi: "Do we really have to cut away all that rotting flesh?"

Tongzi's still somewhat childish voice gave a firm "hmm": "The medicinal herbs you brought are enough, but simply applying herbs to their wounds now is useless."

Only after first thoroughly cleaning away all the rotting flesh from the wounds, then applying medicine, and later decocting some herbal water for them to drink, will there be a chance of recovery.