He cleaned the medicine clay from the wound, then opened a node tree pot from his body to rinse the wound clean.
As the orcs were taken aback by his actions, they watched him reluctantly take out a small blue bottle from his pocket.
His pained expression made the young orc feel a little embarrassed.
"I'm really at a loss today, the Shaman only gave me this much."
He muttered in a voice loud enough for all the orcs to hear while opening the cap and carefully sprinkled a thin layer of powder onto the middle-aged Clan Leader's wound.
A miraculous scene occurred; the Clan Leader seemed to have fallen asleep, with no trace of pain on his face.
The young orc was startled: "What happened to the Clan Leader?"
He even reached out to check the Clan Leader's breath, and after feeling the breath at his nose, he finally relaxed.
"It's nothing, right?" Fu Yi eyed him sideways, making the young orc scratch his head in embarrassment.
