"Get all the water boiled. Remember to wash every wound that has come into contact with blood."
The fresh water at Black Moon Camp was stored in large pottery jars. Nowadays, the fresh water supply at Salt Lake Camp was carried over from Black Moon Camp by the transport team, basket by basket, in huge baskets strapped to their backs.
There was basically enough for daily drinking, but the moment they needed to wash a large number of wounds, the fresh water here would suddenly become scarce.
Therefore, Zhou Xu, who had considered this possibility long before the battle ended, had already sent someone rushing back to Black Moon Camp to have them deliver fresh water.
As the former tribe leader—and also the one covered in the most blood and looking the worst—Wild Wolf was, for the time being, given special attention during this process.
When he saw tribal members approaching to help clean his wounds, Wild Wolf instinctively tried to resist. Unfortunately, his severe exhaustion left him dizzy and barely able to move, so he could only let them handle him.
"Relax. If the wounds aren't cleaned properly and become infected and inflamed, it can kill you."
In this era, dying because a wound wasn't treated properly was no exaggeration at all.
Wild Wolf, however, didn't have much to say about that. Instead, he said...
"I have some grass on me. Just chew it up and apply it to my wounds."
At those words, Zhou Xu's heart began to race as though he had thought of something.
"Grass?"
As they spoke, they found a small hide pouch on Wild Wolf.
When they opened it, they found a bundle of grass inside.
Zhou Xu picked up a stalk and brought it to his nose to smell.
He had never studied