Chapter 4:The Price of not Saving (2/2)

Cao Ting thought that Yan Mowas continuing to cast a spell.

Four tall, dark-skinned, tattooed warriors accompanied an old man with a scepter and a teenager walked from a small road.

Yan Mo turned his head and guessed the identity of the old man.

As soon as he saw the old man, Cao Ting immediately changed his face. Yan Mo, who was sitting on the water tank, pushed his face down, ”Don't move, close your eyes!”

Cao Ting said slowly and quickly, according to Yan Mo, she changed his mind and made him kneel waiting for the old man and the warriors to go down.

None of the six people who walked past gave them a look.

Cao Ting turned slightly sideways, secretly saw the old man walking into Da He tent, she gently sighed with relief, relaxed the suppressing hand on Yan Mo.

”Who is that?” Yan Mo slowly sat up and asked under the support of Cao Ting.

”It's the priest and his disciple. Later, you remember, looking atthe warriors is good, but when you see the priests, elders, and chiefs, no matter what you are doing at that time, you must bow down and not look up at them. If you can't bow down, just lie down or squat down and pretend to be dead”

”If I didn't do it?”

Cao Ting looked at him mercifully. ”So even your master can't keep you from a punishment”

”What punishment will I get?”

”Punishment? Oh, it depends on their mood at the time.”

Yan Mo... the evil slavery society!

But even if he is not a slave, watching the face of the old priest is not like a generous person. If he offends him, he will not have any good fruit to eat.

”Can the priests treat the injuries on Da He?” Yan Mo asked in a low voice.

”Of course.” Cao Ting is of course authentic.

”Oh?” It seems that the priest's medical skills are more powerful than he thought.

”It's just that Da He will leave that life at this time, I am afraid that even if he is saved he can no longer be a warrior.” Cao Ting was sad, and Da He is a good person, just as good as her master. In the future if Da He can no longer be warriors. What should his wife and children do?

”Can't be a warrior again? Why?”

Cao Ting looked at him strangely. ”He is hurt so badly, his bones poked out, even if he doesn't get his hand cut, he can't use it later, and he still has the right hand for carrying the weapon. ”

The priests here can't treat broken bones, so Yan Mo still has some value.

It's just that the priest is not as good as him. If he goes out of the way to treat the injury, he may not be able to ask for reward. Maybe he will be hated by the priest.

These high-powered people are used to being worshiped by people. Will they be happy to be beaten up by a young boy?

Imagine that an old professor who is highly respected in the medical profession has encountered a case that cannot be handled. Others have said that the patient can not be saved. As a result, an intern jumped out to say that he can cure this disease. It is too simple. Is this not going to lead to the professor losing his face?

Looking to the old professor can itturn to look at himdifferently? Can he count on other people to worship him immediately?

Shit! He still have to pray that the old professor is a kind and generous, open-minded and really good person.

He had never touched such a person before, and the lessons were adequate enough. The old priest, with his experience in watching people, he dared to bet with his own life, he us definitely not a broad-minded Lord.

In this case, this time he will not take the lead, and honestly take care of his his own injuries first and then say the other.

Cao Ting wiped the sweat from Yan Mo and fed him some water and see him start playing with his wounds. He immediately felt that the child was strong.

If the Salt Mountain people were not attacked by the Zhi people, would the child grow into a powerful warrior? Maybe he can reach 3rd Rank?

But now it is impossible, and Cao Ting's eyes fell on Yan Mo's broken leg.

No matter how strong the warrior is, once he is disabled, he may be just a downgrade but most of them will completely become civilians. Although as a reward, the property before the relegation of the warriors will not be taken away, but there is no way for the civilians to contribute more to the tribe. How can the tribe support the extra slaves and family?

Yan Mo didn't see the sympathy from Cao Ting, but he didn't plan to be a slave all the time, waitingto be hurt...

Yan Mo said that Cao Ting gave him the small stone pot, and he used a stone knife as a scraper. Rotten eucalyptus leaves were evenly applied to the wound.

”Sister, I want to ask you to help me a little, its very simple, don't be afraid, grab my leg like this, right, just grab it.”

Yan Mo instructed Cao Ting to grab his right leg. ”I need to connect the broken bones right, but now because the bones were broken for a little longer, the flesh shrunk. You need to pull the flesh first, so look at my head, when I nod, you will rotate my calf in your direction until you reach the broken bone. You can face it.”

Yan Mo felt like Cao Ting was not able to understand thewords so he said them three times, until Cao Ting hesitated.

He breathed and found a peeled wooden stick of the right size and stuffed it into his mouth. The young girl helped grip his right leg and he took a deep breath twice. He was again sitting in the downward direction, after he was prepared he nodded to Cao Ting. .

Cao Ting didn't work hard, she didn't dare, but her strength was obviously bigger than Yan Mo thought, only a slight turn.

”Ah!” Yan Mo bite the stick in the mouth, but he can't faint now!

As the skin was pulled apart, he immediately straightened his leg bones and reconnected the broken bones as closely as possible.

Applying the eucalyptus leaf juice, this stuff is not useful for healing the broken bone, but at least it can reduce inflammation and stop the bleeding.

Grabbing the wooden sticks he placed them on the left and right places in advance and fix them on the sides of the broken legs, and tie them tightly with the straw.

1].... This is like a primitive way of POP

Yan Mo's processing speed is quite fast. Although he has various problems and his character is not good, but he has real skills in his hands, and he is an embarrassment to others and more embarrassed to himself.

When Yan Mo dealt with himself, the teenager who was next to the priest came out of Da He tent with a wooden stick and put the stick into the fire pit to burn.

After a while, the teenager entered the tent with a burning wooden stick.

After a while, ”Ah ah ah!!” screaming sounds broke through the sky, and it resonated far and wide

Yan Mo's hand tied to the straw rope tight, and he felt vaguely smelled the burnt smell of the flesh. But he only paused a bit, and he continued to deal with himself if nothing happened... How did it shine again?

Yan Mo opened his right palm and saw that the book was written this time:

- Not saving a dying man, the scum value is increased by +10, and the total scum value is 1000000008.

This words disappeared after five seconds, and another sentence appeared:

——The scum value exceeded 100 million points, and the punishment of torture is to be imposed on him8 times, in order not to affect the daily reformation of the banish, the penalty is 1 round of torture per night. The second implementation, so as to not to reduce the value of the scum.

Yan Mo: ... Fuck me!