Bringing a System to the Beast World

Chapter 41 Uncle Da Shi is injured

"Captain, Uncle Da Shi is injured!" The orc's exclamation drew everyone's attention.

The once invincible middle-aged orc now sat pale-faced against a tree trunk, with a wound the size of an orc's palm on his thigh from which bright red blood was gushing.

It slowly soaked the ground beneath him.

The surrounding tribesmen looked grief-stricken; such severe injuries could not be healed even by a shaman without beast crystals.
Beast crystals! Upon realizing this, the middle-aged handsome man quickly transformed into a part of his beast form, his sharp claws tearing through the heads of several saber-toothed boars one by one. However, to his disappointment, there were no beast crystals.

Uncle Da Shi's mind was already somewhat scattered, and he had lost too much blood.

Yuan Lang walked over, holding a vine in his hand, and squatted down next to Uncle Da Shi, the vine tightly binding the wound on his thigh.

Everyone looked at Yuan Lang in confusion, wondering why he did this.

"The blood has shrunk," the orc's voice trembled slightly, and the surrounding tribesmen all looked at Uncle Da Shi's wound upon hearing this.

Sure enough, the bleeding from the wound, which had been gushing blood, had gradually slowed down.

Yuan Lang stood up and looked at his father, who was standing to the side: "Did you bring any herbs when you came?"

The middle-aged, beautiful orc shook his head: "No."

Yuan Lang frowned. The soldiers who fought on the battlefield still recognized a few simple herbs for external injuries, but the herbs in this world were very different from those he knew. None of them looked familiar, so he dared not pick them casually.

"Doesn't that kid Shilin have some herbs?" A rough voice rang out from the side; it was the orc uncle who had come with the middle-aged orc.

The middle-aged orc's eyes suddenly lit up: "Yes, I heard from that kid Shi Lin a few days ago that he traded some herbs with a little female in the tribe, and they're very effective at treating wounds."

"The smell of blood here is too strong. Let's carry Uncle Dashi to reunite with the tribesmen first." Although it's best not to move Uncle Dashi given his current injuries, leaving is definitely the best option compared to staying and losing his life.

Upon hearing the chaotic footsteps, Shi Lin and the others, who were anxiously waiting in place, raised their stone spears as a warning.

Only when the familiar scent filled their nostrils did everyone become excited: "Our people have returned!"

"It smells like blood."

"Were any members of the tribe injured?"

Upon hearing this, Shi Lin immediately took off the small animal skin bundle from his chest and held it in his arms.

Yuan Lang appeared in the open space carrying the middle-aged beastman on his back, and everyone exclaimed, "It's Uncle Da Shi!"

Shi Lin's face turned pale, and he rushed forward to help the unconscious Uncle Shi down, crying out, "Father! Father!"

His voice was tinged with anxiety, and he even forgot the small leather pouch he was clutching tightly in his hand, which fell to the ground at his feet.

The middle-aged orc walked over and patted him on the shoulder: "Shilin, your father is alright now, but his injuries are severe and he needs medicine. Where are the herbs you brought?"

Upon hearing this, Shi Lin immediately looked down and saw that his father's thigh wound was slowly bleeding.

He quickly picked up the animal skin bundle at his feet: "The herbs are all here. I listened to the little female and ground them into powder. Just sprinkle them directly on the wound."

After saying that, they carefully opened the small animal skin package wrapped in a ball, and the beasts finally saw the herbs that the stone forest had carefully protected along the way.

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