The Orc held a wooden bucket in his hand, hesitatingly looking towards Grandma Shaman.
Bailan's agonizing screams echoed across the open space. Seeing the hesitant Orc, Ji Nuan was instantly filled with anger: "What are you hesitating for? Even if she doesn't drink these potions, Bailan will still die. Why not give it a try? What if the potion works and she gets better?! You're wasting time, which is tantamount to wasting her life!"
The Orc's body trembled, he glanced at Ji Nuan determinedly, wiped away the tears from his face, bowed deeply towards her, then turned and ran to Bailan's side, unafraid that the parasites in Bailan's body would burrow into his own body as the tribe had described.
One of the Orcs tightly embraced Bailan who was painfully convulsing, while the other took a stone bowl, scooped up the potion, and poured it into Bailan's mouth. As she drank and vomited, more than half of the potion from the bucket was fed into her.
