The witch doctor stepped forward and said, "Since you said there is a way, let's try it. But...if it fails, you will be sent to the God of Poseidon by us. You have to think about it."
Qing Wu stood in front of Ling Xuewei.
Ling Xuewei didn't care about this threat at all, she patted Qingwu.
Qing Wu stepped aside, and Ling Xuewei nodded to the witch doctor with a smile.
"good."
She actually agreed!
The witch doctor narrowed his eyes and looked at Ling Xuewei up and down for a long time, then turned around and said to the tribesmen, "Get out of the way."
"Witch Doctor!!"
They wanted to say something else, but in the end, they gave way.
In their tribe, the witch doctor is the most majestic person besides the clan leader. They all obey her orders no matter how big or small they do.
Witch doctors have absolute prestige in the tribe.
Although they got out of the way, these people still stared at Ling Xuewei fiercely, their eyes seemed to say, if there was any slight movement, they would be killed directly!
Ling Xuewei didn't look sideways, as if she didn't see the threat to everyone.
She walked forward and finally saw the man lying on the animal skin.
He was tall and majestic, at least two meters tall, with strong muscles and nine red lines on his face.
Ling Xuewei had studied the history of the God Realm before, and remembered that there were some ancient tribes in the God Realm, and their warriors had lines on their faces.
It seems that they are born with it, and even some babies with extremely talented children will have lines on their faces when they come out of the womb.
Later, as the children grow up and become stronger, they will have more and more lines. Among them, the strongest one is the nine-line warrior.
It seems that these people should be the ancient tribes recorded in the books.
The world of gods is vast, and naturally there are some tribes that have been unable to escape for hundreds of years. There are also some places that few people have entered because they are too remote or have harsh environments.
Along the way, Ling Xuewei found that everything here was very backward, as if it was still stuck in the ancient barbaric period.
She calmed down her mind and her eyes fell on the clan leader again.
Just as he stretched out his hand to check his condition, the man on the ground suddenly opened his eyes.
The forest is cold, clear, and extremely sharp.
Such a look is not what a dying person should have.
Because he woke up suddenly, all the warriors in the clan were extremely excited.
"Clan leader, you're awake!"
"Very good!"
…
The patriarch looked at Ling Xuewei with sharp eyes and said something.
She guessed that she was asking what was going on.
The witch doctor stepped forward and said something to the clan leader. The clan leader frowned and looked at them with consideration.
There was a heavy evil aura on his body, and his whole person was like a dormant beast.
Qingwu's whole body was tense. This person gave him an extremely dangerous feeling.
He held his hand on his waist. If the clan leader made any move that threatened Ling Xuewei's life, he would kill him immediately.
After a while, the clan leader seemed to understand what was going on, and the witch doctor convinced him.
He leaned on the animal skin, looked straight at Ling Xuewei, and said something.
The witch doctor translated, "The patriarch lets you start, but you'd better not have other ideas, otherwise..."
The threats involved are self-evident.
Ling Xuewei felt unhappy. If it wasn't to prevent the virus from spreading, how could she be so hot-faced and cold-butt? It was too troublesome for these barbarians to communicate.
She stepped forward expressionlessly and began to examine the clan leader's wounds.
His body was covered with a thick layer of herbal medicine, which was mostly black and green in color and had a strong smell in his nose.
Ling Xuewei lifted up the medicinal herb, revealing the hideous wound underneath.
The wounds were so badly ulcerated that there was almost no intact area. The chest, abdomen, arms, neck... were all covered with wounds, and the skin and flesh peeled off, revealing the festering flesh and blood inside.
A strong fishy smell hit her nostrils, and Ling Xuewei felt a little nauseous, but she endured it and did not show it.
A flash of surprise flashed in the eyes of that tribesman. He had seen many people who saw this wound. Their faces were either fearful, frightened, or disgusted. Even the witch doctor showed some emotions when treating his wound, and this one
Foreigners who don’t even have long hair are so calm...
Ling Xuewei could feel the sharp and observing eyes coming from above her head at all times. She pretended not to know and concentrated on checking the wounds.
After a moment, she retracted her hand and the situation was basically clear to her mind.
"How long has he been infected?"
"It's almost the time of the twelve beasts."
The witch doctor replied.
Soon, she understood that the beast hour means hour.
Ling Xuewei nodded. Although the clan leader's wound looked serious, he was actually quite stable inside.
Logically speaking, if the infection reached this level, he should have died long ago. Presumably, it is because of his strong physical fitness and profound internal strength that he can sustain himself until now.
And again, herbs.
Ling Xuewei just took a look and found that most of the herbs here were unfamiliar and she had basically never seen them before. However, the medicinal effects were quite good.
"How is it?" the witch doctor asked.
Ling Xuewei nodded, "I can treat it, but everyone who needs you should get out."
The witch doctor frowned, obviously hesitant.
The patriarch asked something, the witch doctor replied, and then the patriarch said something again.
"I see."
The witch doctor said to the others, "You all get out."
"What?! No! How can you keep such a dangerous person here? What if it's not good for you and the clan leader?"
"yes!"
"Okay! This is the clan leader's order!"
The witch doctor stopped their mouths with one word. Even if they were worried, they could only retreat. Soon, only four people were left in the room.
There is also the woman named Ya, Ling Xuewei specially asked her to stay.
Ya was surprised and a little unbelievable.
"I?"
"Yes, I may need help next time."
She subconsciously looked at the clan leader and the witch doctor. The witch doctor glanced here and then said, "You can stay."
"……yes."
Ya's face was a little nervous. Ling Xuewei looked around and said, "Go and open the window. It's too stuffy here and the air is not good. You need some fresh air."
She went to do it immediately.
Ling Xuewei pondered for a moment and came up with a plan.
She started to get things out, including medical supplies, instruments, surgical tools, gold needles, and some spare medicinal materials.
Ling Xuewei thought for a moment, took out two more pairs of medical protective clothing, and handed them to the witch doctor He Ya.
"Put it on."
"What's this?"
Curious, Ling Xuewei began to disinfect the tools, "Protective clothing can resist viruses. This virus is highly contagious and can be transmitted through blood, saliva, and air. If there are no measures, you will also be infected."
"Is that why you let everyone else go out?" Ya's eyes lit up.
Ling Xuewei said lightly: "I just think they are very noisy."
