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The voice grew louder as it approached, and then a haggard middle-aged orc limped out. Seeing Jian Mo and the others, he asked, "What do you want with me?"

Jian Mo: "How's your injury? Would you mind showing it to us?"

Bo Ao: "It's inconvenient."

Jian Mo was taken aback, but the chief of the Yangyao Tribe quickly said, "Bo Ao is just like that, don't take it to heart."

Then, the chieftain of the Yangyao Tribe said to Bo Ao, "They've come from afar as guests, why are you being so rude?"

Bo Ao: "They're not my guests! Whoever invited them should treat them well!"

After Jian Mo's medical skills became famous, he was treated with great courtesy wherever he went, which made him a little uncomfortable. He raised his voice and asked Bo Ao, "Are you feeling unwell? I see that your leg looks like it has been injured a second time."

The chieftain of the Yangyao Tribe exclaimed in surprise, "He was only injured once!"

Bo Ao stopped in his tracks. "How did you know I was injured twice?"

Jian Mo: "It looks quite obvious; the new wound is completely different from the old one."

Bo Ao paused for a moment, then said, "Come in."

Seeing that Bo Ao's attitude had improved a bit, the chief of the Yangyao Tribe accompanied them inside.

After Jian Mo went inside, she wanted to see Bo Ao's injuries again, and this time Bo Ao did not refuse.

After examining his injured leg closely, Jian Mo was quite surprised. "Did you cut yourself the second time?"

Bo Ao: "Yes, I told him that after I got injured, I asked the shaman from the Yanwang Tribe next door to come and take a look. He used medicine on my leg, but it didn't get better and it rotted badly, so I cut off the rotten flesh to stop bothering me with it."

Jian Mo had already noticed how badly swollen and red his injured leg was, but she wasn't surprised. She simply put on gloves and gently pressed his leg. "It's infected. There's debris inside. It needs to be cleaned."

Bo Ao: "Having been treated to this state, is there any hope of recovery?"

Jian Mo gently pressed down. "It shouldn't be a big problem. The rot isn't too severe. Let's try cleaning and re-stitching it. What medicine did that witch doctor use?"

Bo Ao: "The dung of Long-Headed Beast."

Jian Mo: "Huh?"

He has now achieved considerable success in his studies and knows many shamanic remedies, but this is the first time he has heard that the dung of Long-Headed Beast can heal such a large wound.

Jian Mo hesitated before asking, "Is it fumigation?"

Bo Ao: "No, apply fresh dung from the Long-Headed Beast directly to the wound."

Jian Mo: "That problem is a bit serious."

Bo Ao angrily said, "I also doubted whether applying animal dung to wounds was actually effective. That witch doctor told me that everyone treated it that way and that it had cured many people. What a fraud!"

The chieftain of the Yangyao Tribe said, "We did treat it this way before, but perhaps Bo Ao's wound was particularly large, and treating it with animal dung didn't work. Generally speaking, animal dung is quite effective for herbivores like Long-Headed Beast."

Jian Mo's expression was somewhat complicated. She guessed that it had worked before, probably because the patients were in good physical condition and their wounds were small, allowing them to tough it out. But Bo Ao's wound was so large, and he was an older orc, so using animal dung as medicine was ineffective.

Among the medicinal formulas he collected from the Xingchu Tribe were many strange herbs, but he would process them before using them; using animal dung directly would be too reckless.

The people here probably don't understand these things, which is why they act so recklessly.

Jian Mo glanced around and said, "The room is too dark. Let's go outside and take a look."

Having established initial trust through Jian Mo's examination, Bo Ao no longer objected. "Thank you for your trouble."

The chief of the Yangyao Tribe tried to help Bo Ao, Bo Ao shook off his hand and limped away.

He had no choice but to take the wooden chair and follow behind.

Jian Mo and Wu Jiong walked at the back, exchanging glances to signal that they should be careful when dealing with such a bad-tempered patient.

Once they reached daylight, Jian Mo could see more clearly.

Bo Ao's right leg was slashed hard just below the knee, with the wound extending down to just above the ankle.

If Bo Ao's leg was a fish, then his calf was a fish that had been gutted, with wounds so deep they reached the bone, the rotting and festering wounds a horrifying sight.

Bo Ao: "I was afraid my leg would be crippled, so I cut off the festering area, but it didn't help. It's really annoying."

Jian Mo looked at this ruthless man and guessed that the source of infection had not been completely removed, and that the removal process may have caused a secondary infection, making the situation even more serious now.

Of course, you can't say this to him directly.

After examining the injured leg, Jian Mo said, "I brought some medicine with me. Shall I wash your leg first?"

Bo Ao: "I'll listen to you, as long as my leg injury heals."

Jian Mo: "I'll try."

Jian Mo found purified salt and a ceramic pot for special sterilization equipment, obtained firewood, and prepared the sterilization equipment to dissolve the salt water.

Many people from the Yangyao Tribe came to watch, looking at the glittering metal tools in Jian Mo's hands with a mixture of fear and curiosity.

Jian Mo didn't mind people watching, as long as they stood far enough away not to bother Bo Ao.

They will also hold a second and third training course for witch doctors. They are promoting it now so that they won't have to worry about recruiting talent in the future.

When Jian Mo treats patients, she possesses a special aura that makes her exceptionally convincing.

Everyone was captivated as they watched him use a wooden tub to draw warm saline solution to Bo Ao's injured leg, trying to drain the pus as he cleaned.

Bo Ao remained silent and obediently sat there without moving.

Bo Ao's injury was quite severe; it took Jian Mo two full jugs of warm salt water to roughly clean his injured leg.

After washing it clean, Jian Mo didn't apply any medicine, but let the wound heal naturally.

Jian Mo said, "I don't have any special medicine for this kind of wound. Sprinkling ordinary powder on it will only hinder the wound's healing. I suggest observing it for two days before considering any further treatment."

Bo Ao looked at the clean wound and nodded involuntarily.

Jian Mo smiled and said, "Don't worry, I don't think it's a big problem. I once saved an orc who had been stabbed through the neck; his injuries were much more severe than yours, but he's almost fully recovered now."