"Hold on a moment." Ji Nuan called out to the young tree person who was about to leave, removing a small porcelain jar from his basket and handing it to the young orc. "If your uncle continues to feel unwell with fever and pain, give him this potion to drink."
The young orc quickly took it, nodding his head before running outside.
Ji Nuan resealed the bamboo jar and sat on a pile of grass, waiting for news.
The elder Clan Leader occasionally glanced nervously at the entrance. Ji Nuan comforted him, saying, "Clan Leader, there's no need to worry too much. Although this potion is made from a poisonous fruit and other herbs, I gave him the antidote in that small porcelain jar. He just needs to drink it and he'll be alright."
The elder Clan Leader immediately felt a weight lift off his heart.
"Clan Leader! Clan Leader!" A joyful call came from outside the tree house.
