[BL] Heroic Death System (PART 1)

Chapter 193: Let's Run, Fox (IX)

In his drowsiness, Shang Ke felt a burning pain in his back, as if someone was smearing something on his wound. Mutu’s scent was around, and a big hand was gently stroking his head.

    抹药的动作停止了，随即听到一个苍老的声音说道：“我已经帮他上了药，接下来就看他自己的了。”

The act of applying the medicine stopped, and immediately he heard an old voice saying, “I’ve applied the medicine. The rest is up to him.”

    尚可认出说话的人就是狮族的巫医乔霍，不过他的话听起来似乎有点听天由命的意思。他很清楚自己的伤势，虽然严重，但基本都是外伤，只要好好敷药疗养，注意不要感染，以兽人的身体素质，痊愈是没有问题的。

Shang Ke recognized that the speaker was Qiaohuo, the witch doctor of the lion tribe, but his words sounded a bit resigned. He was well aware of his injuries. Although serious, they were just flesh injuries. As long as his wounds were properly dressed and he rested while being careful to not get it infected, healing up was no problem with the beastman’s physical quality.

    “乔霍，务必治好他！”穆图语气强硬地命令。

“Qiaohuo, be sure to cure him!” Mutu ordered in a strict tone.

    乔霍冷冷道：“族长，我只是一名小小巫医，没有抗衡命运之神的力量。”

Qiaohuo said coldly, “Chief, I am just a weak witch doctor. I do not have the power to go against the god of fate.”

    穆图没有说话，不过尚可能够感觉到他的怒火。

Mutu didn’t speak, but Shang Ke could feel his anger.

    后背越来越疼，尚可坚持不住，再次陷入昏迷。

With his back hurting more and more, Shang Ke couldn’t hold on and fell back into unconsciousness again.

    之后几天，尚可又断断续续地清醒过几次，但时间一次比一次短，伤势却越来越重，似乎已经开始溃烂。

In the next few days, Shang Ke woke up intermittently several times, but the time was shorter every time. His injury grew more and more serious, and it seemed to have begun to fester.

    尚可此时才意识到，巫医给他用的伤药可能有问题。他见过他给其他兽人治疗，虽然医术不高，但配制外伤药还是颇有经验的，没道理越治越严重。

Shang Ke realized at this time that there might be something wrong with the medicine used by the witch doctor. He had seen him treat other beastmen. Although his medical skill was not high, he was quite experienced in medicine for flesh wounds. There would be no reason why the more he treated Shang Ke the worse he got.

    又到了换药的时候，尚可很想阻止，但他浑身乏力，大脑昏沉，又没法说话，只能任由巫医在他身上涂涂抹抹。后背的伤口传来剧烈的疼痛，皮肉仿佛被人刮去一层，尚可忍不住轻微颤抖起来。

When it was time to change the medicine again, Shang Ke wanted to stop it, but his whole body was weak, his brain was dizzy, and he couldn’t speak, so he had to be smeared by the witch doctor. There was severe pain on his wound, and the skin seemed to be scraped off. Shang Ke couldn’t help but shiver slightly.

    “亚努，很痛吗？”穆图焦急的声音在耳边响起。

“Yanu, does it hurt?” Mutu’s anxious voice spoke by his ear.

    尚可努力抬了抬酸涩的眼睛，只能看到一张模糊的脸。耳朵嗡嗡作响，穆图冲着巫医发火的声音就像钟鼓一般敲击着他的大脑，让他的意识愈加模糊。