Elman led Huanhuan into a dim cave.
The ground was covered in hay and worn animal hides. Six injured gnomes lay on them, unconscious.
The air smelled of blood and decay.
Huanhuan squatted down and checked the gnomes' injuries. Elman had been standing at the side, his eyes following her every move.
"Their wounds are infected, causing fever and coma. It's not good."
Elman could understand what Huanhuan was saying, but he didn't understand what she meant.
However, he knew that shamans liked to say things that others did not understand, so he did not pursue the matter. Instead, he asked, "What should we do? Can they be cured?"
"I'll do my best." Huanhuan paused. "Go out first."
When shamans saved people, no one was allowed to watch them. That was the rule.
Elman didn't ask any questions and silently retreated.
