The Orc held a wooden bucket in his hand, hesitatingly looking towards Grandma Shaman.
Bailan’s agonizing screams echoed across the open space. Seeing the hesitant Orc, Ji Nuan was instantly filled with anger: "What are you hesitating for? Even if she doesn’t drink these potions, Bailan will still die. Why not give it a try? What if the potion works and she gets better?! You’re wasting time, which is tantamount to wasting her life!"
The Orc’s body trembled, he glanced at Ji Nuan determinedly, wiped away the tears from his face, bowed deeply towards her, then turned and ran to Bailan’s side, unafraid that the parasites in Bailan’s body would burrow into his own body as the tribe had described.
One of the Orcs tightly embraced Bailan who was painfully convulsing, while the other took a stone bowl, scooped up the potion, and poured it into Bailan’s mouth. As she drank and vomited, more than half of the potion from the bucket was fed into her.
Fortunately, Ji Nuan had the foresight to prepare a large amount of potion. The medicinal herbs in the Orc Continent were potent, and the Orcs’ bodies were far more robust. The amount of potion poured in should be sufficient.
Even after the potion was finished, Bailan continued to scream in pain. This extinguished the hope in Ji Nuan’s eyes. It seemed that the potion was ineffective. Was she to watch a living female suffer and die like this?
This was the first time she saw an Orc suffer so much. There was a sudden desolation in Ji Nuan’s heart. Even the robust Orcs were tortured by disease. What about herself? Could she really survive in this world as an Orc?
"Aah!!! Vomit!!! Vomit!!!" Suddenly, Bailan, who was rolling on the ground, let out a painful scream. Her mate rushed forward to hold her, but was fiercely pushed away.
Her body began to convulse violently, and she vomited as she leaned on her side.
What sent chills down one’s spine was that what she vomited was not food.
It was groups of white long worms that were still writhing and entangled.
Bailan’s vomiting lasted for more than ten minutes. Unlike the worms that had crawled out of her ears and nose and were still active, these vomited worms only wriggled on the ground for a while, then stopped moving.
But not far away, the worms that had just crawled out of her ears and nose were still wriggling and probing around on the ground.
Bailan’s body still convulsed from time to time, but no more worms were vomited.
Bailan’s eyes were tightly shut, her breath was weak, and she looked as if she was about to die.
Her two mates lifted her away from the worm-infested area and held her tightly, crying loudly. A wave of sadness spread across the clearing.
At this moment, Ji Nuan was watching the clusters of dead worms that Bailan had vomited with pensive eyes.
She stood up and pushed through the Orcs: "Brothers, don’t mourn just yet. Let’s get Bailan out so Grandma Shaman can check on her. I believe Bailan is much better now than she was just now."
The Orcs were stunned as they heard Ji Nuan’s words. They suddenly recalled that in the past, all the females who died from this worm disease had their bodies torn apart by these damn worms, and there was never a time when they calmed down like this.
Their eyes instantly brightened. Could it be that the potion Ji Nuan just administered had worked?
If that was the case, then their mates and relatives wouldn’t have to die?
The thought of being able to defeat the terrifying worm disease exhilarated the Orcs. The crowd of Orcs made way, and one of the females even fetched a Beast Skin from her house and laid it on the ground.
Bailan was lifted out and placed on the Beast Skin. Under Ji Nuan’s assistance, Grandma Shaman hurriedly ran over.
The old Shaman discarded the stick in her hand, knelt down on the Beast Skin, and began checking Bailan’s condition.
The more she checked, the more excited she became, and her voice even started shaking: "She’s healed! She’s healed! Our dear little Bailan is healed!"
"Then why hasn’t Bailan woken up yet, and she seems very weak?" It was as if she was about to die at any moment.
Grandma Shaman glared at Bailan’s mate who was sitting beside her: "She has been struggling and rolling for so long, and she vomited so much—how could she have the strength to jump around? Do you think Bailan is a Diamond Ape Beast?!"
The Orc reddened with embarrassment, but his eyes were full of concern and affection for his mate.
The Shaman’s words were like a thunderbolt out of the blue, bombarding the Watson Tribe.
The terrifying worm disease could be cured!
Bailan, who was on the brink of death because of the worm disease, had been saved by Ji Nuan!
Grandma Shaman took Ji Nuan’s hand, tears filling her old eyes, and her dry palm trembling slightly: "Ji Nuan, this time you didn’t just save Bailan. You saved all the people in the Watson Tribe!"
The Orcs and females all looked at her with bright, shining eyes, evoking a powerful sense of responsibility in Ji Nuan’s heart.
It seemed that being needed, no matter where and what you do, is a kind of happiness!