Chapter 193: Let’s Run, Fox (IX)
In his drowsiness, Shang Ke felt a burning pain in his back, as if someone was smearing something on his wound. Mutu’s scent was around, and a big hand was gently stroking his head.
The act of applying the medicine stopped, and immediately he heard an old voice saying, “I’ve applied the medicine. The rest is up to him.”
Shang Ke recognized that the speaker was Qiaohuo, the witch doctor of the lion tribe, but his words sounded a bit resigned. He was well aware of his injuries. Although serious, they were just flesh injuries. As long as his wounds were properly dressed and he rested while being careful to not get it infected, healing up was no problem with the beastman’s physical quality.
“Qiaohuo, be sure to cure him!” Mutu ordered in a strict tone.
Qiaohuo said coldly, “Chief, I am just a weak witch doctor. I do not have the power to go against the god of fate.”
Mutu didn’t speak, but Shang Ke could feel his anger.
With his back hurting more and more, Shang Ke couldn’t hold on and fell back into unconsciousness again.
In the next few days, Shang Ke woke up intermittently several times, but the time was shorter every time. His injury grew more and more serious, and it seemed to have begun to fester.
Shang Ke realized at this time that there might be something wrong with the medicine used by the witch doctor. He had seen him treat other beastmen. Although his medical skill was not high, he was quite experienced in medicine for flesh wounds. There would be no reason why the more he treated Shang Ke the worse he got.
When it was time to change the medicine again, Shang Ke wanted to stop it, but his whole body was weak, his brain was dizzy, and he couldn’t speak, so he had to be smeared by the witch doctor. There was severe pain on his wound, and the skin seemed to be scraped off. Shang Ke couldn’t help but shiver slightly.
“Yanu, does it hurt?” Mutu’s anxious voice spoke by his ear.
Shang Ke tried to lift his eyes, only to see a vague face. With his ears buzzing, Mutu’s angry voice at the witch doctor struck his brain like a bell and drum, making his consciousness increasingly blurred.
No, he had to find a way to tell Mutu that there was something wrong with the medicine. He had completed the main mission. He wasn’t willing to die in the schemes of others!
But for a long time, he was left alone in the room. Preparing himself, he struggled to move his finger to the edge of the stone bed and groped for a sharp point where he could rub his finger against. After taking a rest, he continued until the wound was torn and blood flowed out.
This process took him more than half an hour.
Shang Ke raised his bloody finger and drew the shape of an herb on the stone bed with trembling. With a few simple strokes, he almost used up all of his strength.
Just as he finished painting, Mutu walked into the house.
Shang Ke was pleasantly surprised: Mutu, look down quickly!
However, Mutu didn’t hear his internal cry, only saw his bleeding fingers. He then sat down on the stone bed, smearing the blood that had not dried up.
Shang Ke couldn’t help but shed tears. The work of more than half an hour ruined just like that. This was likely his last hope. If he didn’t change his medicine, he may not survive to see tomorrow.
“Chief, we need to go.” There were shouts of beastmen from outside.
Mutu lovingly wiped the tears from Shang Ke’s eyes. His brows furrowed deeply, and his eyes were full of anxiety and irritability.
It was not until there was an urging sound from outside that Mutu let go of the hand that stopped bleeding again. He bowed his head, kissed his face, and whispered, “Wait for me to come back.” And then stood up slowly. With heavy steps, he walked back outside.
He didn’t want to leave, but he had to. Half of their stored food had been burned by the avani, which must be replenished as soon as possible. Otherwise, he didn’t know how many beastmen would starve to death in this cold season.
Shang Ke on the bed felt that Mutu’s scent was fading away, and silently asked for help: Mutu, don’t go, don’t go …
Mutu paused and looked back at Shang Ke again. He felt strongly uneasy as if he may never see his fox again if he left.
However, due to responsibility as the Lion King, he finally walked out of Shang Ke’s room and worked with other warriors for the survival of their whole tribe.
Shang Ke closed his eyes feebly, and the last glimmer of hope was completely shattered with Mutu’s departure …
Mutu took the warriors of the tribe and searched all the way for traces of prey. But when the cold season came, most animals would have already hid in their nests. For the entire morning, they only harvested a wild boar, three rabbits and a few nuts.
“Eh? Chief, are you hurt? ” While resting, a beastman suddenly asked aloud.
“What?” Mutu, who didn’t know what he meant, looked at him carefully.
The beastman pointed to his trousers and said, “There is blood on your trousers.”
Mutu grabbed his trousers, and saw the smear of blood on the back of his right leg.
He didn’t care. He said casually, “Maybe I accidentally got it somewhere. I’m not hurt.”
Just as he was about to let this topic go, a lightbulb moment went off, and he pulled the fabric over again, looking at it. This piece of blood had a strange shape, it didn’t look like it was formed naturally.
Mutu pondered over it. He cut off the cloth with a knife and took a closer look at it.
When the other beastmen saw it, they all looked frustrated. Did you need to cut off that whole piece of cloth just because it got some blood on it…
Although the lines of the blood on Mutu’s cloth were blurred, the general shape could still be seen. It should be the leaves of a plant. He suddenly remembered the fox’s bleeding fingers and the marks on the edge of the stone bed. He didn’t pay attention at that time. Now that he thought about it, this wasn’t some normal bloodstain, but the information that the fox specially left for him? So the wound on the fox’s finger was probably broken by himself, just to draw this pattern.
Thinking here, Mutu’s face became extremely ugly. Fox couldn’t talk, he could only communicate with him in this way, even by hurting himself, but he didn’t pay attention at all.
The fox shed tears at that time, not because of the pain in the wound, but because of his negligence.
Mutu suddenly stood up and shouted, “I’ll go back to the tribe first. Keep hunting!”
After he was finished, he quickly ran to the direction of the tribe without rest.
“Hey, the one that ran by just now was Chief?” A beastman looked at the far-away figure.
“It seems so. Why did he come back so early?”
“Maybe he found a large group of prey and came back to gather people.”
The beastmen chattered while repairing their damaged houses.
Mutu rushed into Shang Ke’s room and quickly came to his bedside. He whispered, “Fox, I’m back. What do you want to tell me?”
The blood on the stone bed had been smeared into nonsense, leaving the imprint on his cloth the better one. But even so, Mutu couldn’t understand the meaning.
Shang Ke’s eyelashes trembled a few times, but he couldn’t open his eyes.
Mutu gently held his hand and asked again, “Yanu, what do you want to tell me?”
Shang Ke had no strength to respond. His life was rapidly withering away.
Mutu felt the coldness of his body which raised a great panic in his heart. He unfolded the cloth again and carefully recognized the pattern on it.
First of all, he could be sure that this was a leaf, but why did he draw a leaf? Was this leaf useful for something?
Out of the corner of his eye, Mutu suddenly caught a glimpse of the green juice smeared on Shang Ke’s back, and a lightbulb went off in his mind: Herbs! What the fox painted for him was an herb!
He remembered that when he was injured, the fox had personally patched him up. At that time, he had recovered quickly so he thought he hadn’t been injured seriously. Now that he thought about it, it was very likely that the wound medicine prepared by the fox had a good effect.
The herb in his memory was indeed very similar to the leaves on the cloth. The fox wanted him to change his medicine!
The witch doctor had been treating him for so long, but the injury was getting worse. It could be seen that there was something wrong with the medicine he used. But Mutu hadn’t noticed anything wrong which delayed Shang Ke’s treatment. Mutu finally understood Shang Ke’s meaning, but he was already on the brink of death.
While secretly hating his stupidity, he rushed out with haste.
He did not go fight the witch but went to find the herb.
Fox, you will be fine!
Shang Ke felt that his consciousness was floating and he didn’t know where he was.
At this moment, a smiling voice suddenly came by his ear, 【Shou Mo, you are my double cultivation partner. Don’t be lazy. How can you always lose to your junior disciple? 】
【It doesn’t matter whether you win or lose, just be happy. 】
【Winning or losing is not important, but I don’t want you to get hurt. If I find someone leaving even a single injury on you, I’ll peel off that person’s skin. 】
【 You are too cruel, what happened to mending your ways? 】
【 I have been very upright. Since I met you, I have not hurt anyone’s life, so don’t give me the opportunity to break my principles. Let me continue to be a well-dressed gentleman. 】
【Hahaha, aren’t you embarrassed to use the word gentlemen on yourself? And even a well-dressed one at that. I think calling you a dressed-up animal would fit better, hahaha…】
【Don’t laugh. You have to remember, don’t get hurt! 】
【Okay, okay …】
The voices gradually blurred, but Shang Ke’s consciousness became clearer.
He slowly opened his eyes. He first saw a fur blanket next to his face, then disheveled golden hair.
Mutu was leaning back against the bed, hanging his head and snoring happily.
He didn’t die? Shang Ke was surprised and delighted. It seemed that Mutu finally recognized the herb and didn’t let him be cured to death by the witch.
His back now felt cool and lacked the burning pain from before. Shang Ke felt very relaxed now. This kind of injury may be a kind of torture for others, but for him who had long been used to pain, as long as the pain was slightly relieved, it was a great happiness.
Mutu noticed the movement beside him and suddenly opened his eyes. He saw Shang Ke wake up, and cried with surprise, “You are awake!”
Realizing that his voice seemed too loud, he immediately suppressed it and whispered, “How do you feel? Do you feel bad anywhere? I have prepared a plate of fine sand for you. If you want to say something, draw it on the sand plate.”
Shang Ke shook his head slightly, squinted his eyes at him, and smiled like a blooming flower. His eyes glittered with light.
Mutu inexplicably felt his heart tighten. He picked up a bundle of long hair, put it on his lips, and kissed it softly and piously.
【Additional Mission 1—Make sure no one starves in the lion tribe this winter.】
Mutu: Fox, why are you staring at my butt? Do you feel it’s particularly sexy?
Shang Ke: It’s this butt that erased my blood painting, leaving me to die.
Mutu: …I know I was wrong.
Shang Ke: It’s not enough to know your mistakes. From today on, thin down that butt of yours!
Mutu: (╥口╥) Please forgive me…
Sarah: ahhh so glad mutu realized on time ;w; https://ko-fi.com/sarah_min
SnowTime: The 5/week is probably going to be ending any day now…. //feels dead