It seemed that Ge Xing had finally thought of this as well. He slapped his thigh and said to the orc who had just approached him, "Hurry and bring them here. If you're any slower, their wounds will start to heal on their own."
(The doctor said seriously: "This scrape is rather severe. Any later and the wound would start to crust over." Honk honk honk~)
A flash of ecstasy crossed the orc's face. Dragging several companions, he dashed towards the tent.
Ji Nuan glanced at the herbs in the back basket. She had brought plenty and it would be enough. She then said, "Find me some straight wooden rods about the thickness of my wrist. Clean them in the water and bring them back. We'll need them later."
Shi Jie eagerly ordered a few orcs to ready them. After all, they were from his own tribe and he would be the happiest if they could recover.
