Heroic Death System [BL]

Arc 14: Let's Run, Fox (IX & X)

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.

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."

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.

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

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

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

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

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.

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.

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.

"Yanu, does it hurt?" Mutu's anxious voice spoke by his ear.

Shang Ke tried to lift his eyes, only to see a vague face. With his ears buzzing, Mutu's angry voice at the witch doctor struck his brain like a bell and drum, making his consciousness increasingly blurred.

No, he had to find a way to tell Mutu that there was something wrong with the medicine. He had completed the main mission. He wasn't willing to die in the schemes of others!

But for a long time, he was left alone in the room. Preparing himself, he struggled to move his finger to the edge of the stone bed and groped for a sharp point where he could rub his finger against. After taking a rest, he continued until the wound was torn and blood flowed out.

This process took him more than half an hour.

Shang Ke raised his bloody finger and drew the shape of an herb on the stone bed with trembling. With a few simple strokes, he almost used up all of his strength.

Just as he finished painting, Mutu walked into the house.

Shang Ke was pleasantly surprised: Mutu, look down quickly!

However, Mutu didn't hear his internal cry, only saw his bleeding fingers. He then sat down on the stone bed, smearing the blood that had not dried up.

Shang Ke couldn't help but shed tears. The work of more than half an hour ruined just like that. This was likely his last hope. If he didn't change his medicine, he may not survive to see tomorrow.

"Chief, we need to go." There were shouts of beastmen from outside.

Mutu lovingly wiped the tears from Shang Ke's eyes. His brows furrowed deeply, and his eyes were full of anxiety and irritability.