"Jon, is Seth really going to be okay?" Riel asked anxiously. Everyone else was looking at Jiang Hao as well.
"Trust me, it's all taken care of. Once it heals up, I'll give you back a lively, bouncing little brother," Jiang Hao said.
Riel looked at his younger brother again. "Seth, how do you feel?"
Seth forced out a smile. "I feel much better. It doesn't hurt as badly as it did just now."
Sam looked at Jiang Hao, who was still holding Seth's lower leg, blinked, and asked, "Jon, how did you learn this?"
"I taught myself medicine," Jiang Hao replied.
He did not say it was Traditional Chinese Medicine. That would have been hard to explain. If he said he had taught himself medicine, they would assume it was Native American medicine. Native Americans had their own medical practices, mostly using plants as remedies, and some even practiced acupuncture. Native Americans still had a tradition of treating people with their own medicine.
Of course, Native American medicine was not recognized by the United States government and was considered witchcraft. Native Americans could only use it within reservations.
Everyone waited quietly for more than ten minutes. Jiang Hao was studying the young wolf's body. During this recovery period, he could investigate a werewolf's physical functions. Since he said nothing, everyone else assumed he was still treating Seth. Afraid of disturbing him, no one dared speak, and the place became unusually quiet.
Checking the time on his wristwatch, he found that sixteen minutes had passed. The broken ends of the two bones had basically fused together. As long as Seth did not exert force now, the bones would not break apart again. Another ten minutes passed, and the broken bones had fully recovered. There was no trace of the injury