Chapter 70 Wounds
When Mu Su heard the word witch doctor, he was obviously taken aback.

Over the years, Chen Heng has brought him many witch doctors, from the witch doctors in Dongyi City to the witch doctors in the other two cities, and then some of the more powerful witch doctors in some tribes, and even the witch doctors in the other three regions. Doctors, he brought them all.

But his legs were still the same.

Tried many methods and drank many medicines.

It was the same as before. The better thing was that it felt healing during the treatment, but it started to rot again after healing, and it was worse than last time.

After trying a few times, he also gave up.

In recent years, Chen Heng has brought fewer and fewer witch doctors.

Both of them knew that his illness was just like this...

But now, Chen Heng brought another witch doctor, and this witch doctor looked too young!
It's not that Musu doesn't believe in Sheng Ling's medical skills, it's that he has never seen such a young and powerful witch doctor.

At Sheng Ling's age, most witch doctors are still apprentices.

But Musu knew that this was Chen Heng's kindness, and he had a gentle smile on his face.

"come in."

The two followed Musu into the wooden house.

The house was tidy by Musu.

In fact, most of the orc's houses have nothing in them, and they are very empty.

Apart from sleeping places and living places, there are some places where animal skins and tools are placed.

In Musu's wooden house, there are also these things, but he also put a few things like tables and stools, and the tables and stools are all made of wooden pier.

Seeing Sheng Ling's eyes resting on those wooden blocks, Mu Su explained with a smile.

"These years, the legs and feet are inconvenient, and it is more convenient to sit on this."

Sheng Ling nodded.

A smile flashed in his eyes.

The emergence and invention of tools is also a symbol of human needs.

Orcs are no exception.

"Grandpa Musu sit on this wooden pier, let me take a look at your injured leg."

"it is good!"

Musu sat on the wooden pier, Chen Heng squatted down, and gently lifted Musu's trousers.

That's right, Musu is different from other male orcs in that he doesn't wear animal skin skirts, but animal skin pants.

It's just that the pants made of animal skins are still a bit stuffy.

The moment it was opened, there was a rotten smell.

It smelled fishy, ​​and there was a smell of mutton, which was very unpleasant.

Both Chen Heng and Mu Su looked at Sheng Ling worriedly.

Male orcs have sensitive noses, and monks naturally have a higher sense of smell than ordinary females.

However, Sheng Ling didn't change his face, watching Musu's wounds that rotted from ankles to knees.

The wound was very grim, and it was hard to tell what the injury was, but from Chen Heng's mouth, Sheng Ling learned that this Musu was also the hunting captain of the Beast King City, and he was very powerful, but later he was killed by a monster to save people. If the leg is injured, the monster is still poisonous.

Ordinary toxins, many witch doctors are powerless, let alone the poison of Warcraft.

Musu didn't die, thanks to his original strength and the medicine prescribed by some witch doctors, he barely survived.

But sometimes life is worse than death.

He had great patience, but when Sheng Ling lightly touched the wound, he couldn't help but gasped.

Sheng Ling was wearing a pair of transparent glove artifacts.

Hands groped for the wound.

During this process, Mu Su's face turned pale with pain, but he didn't stop.

After a while, Sheng Ling withdrew his hand, frowning, his face a little dignified.

But Musu was very appreciative, and even comforted the two of them.

"It's okay, even if it can't be cured, it doesn't matter, I'm used to it."

(End of this chapter)

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