bookandnovel Chapter 237 Even Mental Illness Can Be Cured with Medicine
Chapter 237 Even Mental Illness Can Be Cured with Medicine
Chapter 237 Even Mental Illness Can Be Cured with Medicine
Li Ang lay on the hard earthen bed, the scent of mud, straw, and animal hides filling his nostrils. He tried again to activate the law enforcement team badge on his chest, attempting to contact the law enforcement team headquarters, or at least sense any signals from the outside world.
However, just like the initial attempt when they arrived during the day, the communication array inside the badge seemed to have sunk to the deepest seabed, offering no response whatsoever.
It seems that Avalon, this sanctuary "located on the other side of space," has an isolation effect far exceeding his expectations.
Not only is it difficult to enter and exit this place, but even conventional magical communication methods are completely blocked.
He began to calmly consider his current situation and advantages.
First, the help of the natives is indispensable if you want to find your mentor Eve in this unfamiliar elven kingdom.
Therefore, he first needs to gain the deeper trust and support of the entire nest, and the establishment of trust often begins with the exchange of value.
As for his most valuable asset, besides his formidable combat prowess, the rest is naturally—
"Potion—" Li Ang murmured to himself, his fingers unconsciously tracing the potion pouch he never parted with at his waist.
Today, in old Zeno's hut filled with herbs, he keenly noticed several familiar medicinal plants.
Bloodwort, Stone Root Grass, Moonlight Moss—this indicates that there haven't been any significant changes in the plants here.
Today in the square, he also observed that many residents had external injuries, sickly complexions, and suppressed coughs from time to time.
In this underground world lacking medical care, the value a qualified pharmacist can provide is probably far greater than that of a hunter who can bring in meat.
As his thoughts gradually cleared, Li Ang took out the few remaining bottles of medicine from his medicine bag and counted them by the faint light filtering through the cracks in the earthen house: three bottles of [Basic Healing Medicine], one bottle of [Lung Healing Medicine], and three bottles of [Sedative Medicine] that he had kept for his own use.
Tomorrow, we'll treat the most seriously injured residents first to show our sincerity and ability—then we'll ask them to provide the medicinal herbs they need and have the collection team help us gather them. Li Ang plans the steps in his mind: once the potion is used up, we'll refine a batch on-site—we must let them see the medicine-refining process with their own eyes to build genuine trust.
With the plan in place, Li Ang finally relaxed, lay down on the bed made of straw and animal hides, and fell asleep.
The next morning, Li Ang found Lillian: "Miss Lillian, I would like to treat the wounds and illnesses of the inhabitants of the nest." Li Ang got straight to the point.
"I have some medicine with me, but the quantity is limited. Could you please take me to see the most seriously injured ones? At least to alleviate their pain first."
Lillian's long, emerald-green hair shimmered softly in the morning light. Her pale golden eyes scrutinized Li Ang, and after a moment, she slowly nodded: "Come with me."
They first arrived at an exceptionally low mud house. Pushing open the door, a stench of rotting flesh and herbs wafted out.
Inside the house, an elderly dog-headed man with gray and white fur was lying on a kang (a heated brick bed) covered with dry straw. His left leg was wrapped in a dirty strip of cloth, the edges of which were seeping with yellowish-brown pus.
"This is Old White," Lillian introduced softly, her tone tinged with a hint of helplessness.
"Last month, while I was gathering mushrooms in the forest, I was injured in the leg by a lurking spiny beast. Since then, the wound has been festering and accompanied by recurring fevers—I've tried all the herbs available in the nest, but they haven't been very effective."
Li Ang squatted down and carefully untied the bandage. The wound was more serious than he had expected, extending from his calf to his knee. The skin and flesh were turned inside out, the edges were black, and the rotting flesh in the center had turned grayish-green.
"The wound is deeply infected, and if it drags on any longer, I'm afraid—" Li Ang didn't finish his sentence, but his meaning was clear.
He took out a bottle of [Basic Healing Potion] from his medicine bag, and then took out a small knife, which was a fine tool he always carried with him for processing medicinal materials.
"Old Bai, bear with it." Li Ang gestured for Lillian to help hold down Old Bai's shoulder, then quickly sterilized the blade by scorching it over a flame, precisely cutting away the obviously necrotic flesh.
Old Bai trembled all over in pain, but he gritted his teeth and didn't cry out, only letting out suppressed sobs.
After cleaning the wound, Li Ang slowly fed the entire bottle of [Basic Healing Potion] into his mouth. The moment the potion entered his mouth, a pale green light shone slightly, and the flesh began to writhe and contract at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Although it's impossible to completely heal such a deep wound immediately, it has begun to improve, and Old Bai's face, which had been contorted with pain, has clearly relaxed.
"This—this is—" Tears welled up in Old Bai's cloudy eyes. He struggled to sit up, but Lillian gently pressed him down.
"Rest well, the wound needs time to heal." Li Ang re-bandaged the wound with a clean strip of cloth and instructed, "Don't get it wet for the next few days, I'll come see you again in a few days."
After receiving Lao Bai's profuse thanks, Li Ang and Lillian left Lao Bai's earthen house. At this moment, Lillian's gaze towards Li Ang was less scrutinizing and more filled with genuine gratitude.
She soon led Li Ang to the second house, a relatively tidy little house with several strings of dried mushrooms hanging at the door.
Pushing open the door, a small, thin rabbit-woman girl covered in wounds was huddled in the corner. Hearing the noise, she suddenly looked up, her pale pink eyes filled with terror.
She relaxed slightly only after recognizing Lillian, but tensed up again the moment her gaze fell on Leon, the "dog-headed man".
"Lucy, don't be afraid, this is Leon, he's here to help you." Lillian's voice was exceptionally gentle.
Lucy's injuries weren't just what they appeared to be. Lillian explained in a low voice, "She was a pet that escaped from an elven noble's manor two months ago. You can see that her body is covered with old and new wounds. The most serious external injury is a deep puncture wound under her left rib, supposedly caused by her master's silver hairpin. But the most troublesome thing isn't these external injuries, but the psychological trauma. Long-term abuse has made her extremely sensitive."
"So she refused to let old Zeno treat her injuries, and even more so, she refused to take any medicine—" Lillian sighed.
Upon hearing this, Li Ang did not approach rashly. Instead, he took out a bottle of [Basic Healing Potion] and a bottle of [Sedative Potion] from his medicine bag.
Then, he uncorked the bottle of tranquilizer, and a delicate, calming fragrance wafted out. He carefully placed the bottle on the ground and took a few steps back. "Miss Lucy, drink this. It will help you relax, reduce the pain, and help you sleep better."
Lucy looked warily at the medicine bottle on the ground, then at Lillian's encouraging gaze. After hesitating for a long time, she slowly moved over.
She first picked up the bottle of tranquilizer, took a small sip, and the mild, sweet taste made her tense shoulders relax slightly. Then she tilted her head back and drank the whole bottle of tranquilizer.