Chapter 2811 Is This a Miracle?

It takes thousands of years for Shenlai Island to be opened every time, so the orcs of these tribes actually only heard about outsiders but never saw them.

What they believe in most is the priest's ability. Even if they are dissatisfied with the priest, their thinking has been fixed, and they all think that the priest of the tribe is the most powerful in healing.

Therefore, I didn't have much hope for Yu Qingqian. Except for the middle-aged orc who spoke, everyone else lacked interest, and some even closed their eyes and continued to endure the pain on their bodies.

Yu Qingqian could understand the thoughts of these orcs. She walked up to the middle-aged burly orc first, and looked down at the wound on his leg.

A layer of herbal medicine that had turned black was applied on it, and large pustules formed on the wound. The leg was swollen badly, and pus and blood would flow out from time to time.

"Let me treat you first, but first remove the herbs on your legs, okay?" Yu Qingqian was more patient and respectful when dealing with every doctor and patient.

The middle-aged man's forehead was covered with sweat from the pain, he nodded: "You can figure it out."

They have heard too many bad things about outsiders. Although they are not hostile now, they are not enthusiastic.

Yu Qingqian also wanted to establish a good relationship with the Silver Wolf tribe, and didn't care about the attitude of these orcs.

From another perspective, Yu Qingqian found that it was very backward after entering the Silver Wolf tribe. The news was very closed, and the contact area was narrow. He couldn't expect these orcs to be friendly and enthusiastic.

"It may hurt a little at first, bear with it."

"Okay!" The middle-aged man nodded.

Yu Qingqian reached out and tore off the medicinal herb that the middle-aged man had applied, and a lot of pus and blood flowed out from it, even with a hint of greenish black.

The big man took a few breaths of cold air in pain, and tightly grasped the bed board, but he still held back.

Yu Qingqian frowned subconsciously as she looked at the torn-off herbal ingredients. It was a good spirit herb to stop bleeding and remove stasis, but unfortunately there was a problem with the matching of the quantity of the herb.

Moreover, it is not refined into ointments or medicines, and the effect will be greatly reduced if it is smashed and pasted in this way, and it may even have a counterproductive effect.

"Did your priest get this herb?" Yu Qingqian asked while cleaning the wound with the medicine for the middle-aged man.

The voice of the middle-aged man was trembling with pain, "He ordered the apprentice to apply it for us."

"At the beginning, it felt more useful, but it was useless after the herbs were dyed blue and black, and the wound festered instead." He also had great doubts about the priest's medical skills.

"However, priests from two tribes came to see it for us before, and said that there is no problem with the medicine. It's just that the monster that bit us may be very poisonous, which caused the medicine to fail."

After Yu Qingqian washed the wound, a turquoise soft light appeared in his hand and attached to the wound, "You are poisoned, so applying these herbs on the wound has the opposite effect."

After these herbs are contaminated with toxins, they themselves will become poisonous and corrode their wounds. The healing level of the priests here is really backward.

The big man soon discovered that the pain that made him want to roll on the ground for a few times gradually disappeared and was replaced by a feeling of coolness.

He opened his eyes wide and watched steadily as strands of blue-green soft light penetrated into the wound, and then the wound gradually began to heal again.

The other orcs who had no hope at all opened their eyes and stared at the place where the middle-aged man's injury was healing.

There was even an orc exclaiming, "This, is this a miracle?"