Chapter 57: Everyone is speechless... (2/2)

But outside the tent is so cold, it is not realistic to leave the patient outside for treatment. His hands were nearly frozen and there is no way to perform surgery and needles, and the wounds can not be treated well because of the cold.

In fact, this is the tent that is used for warmth during winter and its lighting is not suitable for him to treat the wound. First of all, the brightness is not enough. Although his eyesight is so good now, it is not good enough for him to get a clear picture of the blood vessels in the human body in the shadow.

What he needs most now is the shadowless lamp and the nurse, but this is obviously a luxury he can't have here. This ghost place has no reflective mirror items.

After considering it over and over again, Yan Mo asked The Old Tribe Priest to wait for his Disciple. He left the tent and was about to tell The Awu Tribe Chief to use a hide to temporarily surround an isolation space, but temporarily changed his mind when he saw Yuan Zhan.

”They are afraid of you, they want to thank you, but they do not think its enough, you should act as a Chief, you have to let them see just how you are different from them, control the soil in front of all of them, let them see the warrior blessed with the blood of God strength with their own eyes.”

”What do you want me to do?” Knowing that The Awu Tribe can't understand them, Yuan Zhan, who is cautious, still stuck to Yan Mo, whispering.

”I need you to temporarily make a house without a roof. As long as it is two meters high, it has to prevent the cold from coming wind and it has to hold on for two days without collapsing.”

”How big?”

”It's almost as big as our stone house.”

”Yes, But I need rest and food.” In fact, Yuan Zhan, who had just consumed a lot of strength fighting those little monsters, is not sure, but he wanted to try.

Yan Mo nodded, and without paying attention ti Yuan Zhan he told The Awu Tribe Chief to arranged for people to prepare food and water for them. Just on a fire in the door of the tent, two rabbits had been barbecued with wooden sticks. There were several other fires that were temporarily made by Yan Mo at the mouth of the tent. The stone pot was used to boil water.

The barbecue smell came out, and Yan Mo saw a lot of people swallowing their saliva, including several women who came to give him water.

Yan Mo took the clear water and smiled at the woman who gave him water.

The woman stared at him and seemed to want to reach out and touch him, but she still didn't dare to reach out.

Yan Mo didn't notice the woman's longing, he was attracted by the water container on his hand.

This semi-circular water container is made of a relatively hard fruit shell. He has never seen a similar fruit in the woods. He doesn't know if the season is wrong, or if it only exists near The Awu people's lands.

Yan Mo didn't drink the water. He only pretended to pick up the shell and make a gesture of drinking water. In fact, the water inside did not even touch his lips. He felt that he had to be careful to not let them see that he was a foreigner. In short, this water was not boiled, and there was some dusty raw water floating on it. He didn't want to drink it at all.

The Awu Tribe has all gathered, including the children hiding in the tent, who are preparing the fire on the open space in front of the tent area.

Do you think they don't want to put those little monsters on the fire now, then open the barbecue meeting?

When he saw two of The Awu Tribe grabbing the body of a small monster and carrying it to the small lake underneath, Yan Mo immediately turned back to the tent.

No one knows what Yan Mo and The Old Tribe Priest and his Disciples did in the seriously wounded tent. When Yan Mo was called out by Yuan Zhan, The Old Tribe Priest personally sent him to the tent, his face the awe has become like a near super-devout Christian expression after seeing the lame walk.

“Yes?” Yan Mo asked Yuan Zhan.

“Just here?”

“On the ground.”

Yuan Zhan walked around the tent in front of the tent. All Wu Tribe who saw his behavior couldn't understand what he was doing, but they soon understood.

Yuan Zhan stopped on the open space in front of the two tents where the wounded were placed.

Then the open space turned out to be like a living tremoring land, the ground was agitated, a soil wall quickly rose, and quickly thickened, the height of this wall soon exceeded the height of the block, even if the thickness is not as good, but it still looks very solid.

A wall erected and emerged in front The Awu Tribe's astonished and awe-inspiring eyes, Yuan Zhan used the fastest speed he could use to make four walls.

The Awu Tribe Chief was extremely envious of Yuan Zhan's sacred ability. Of course, he is not only one with this envy.

Yuan Zhan's ability is something that Awu Tribe has never seen before. It is like how a Human-face Bird who can spit invisible sharp edge wind and in their hearts this ability belongs to the power of God.

Some people with lower mental or mental sorrow have thought of Yuan Zhan as a terrible and invincible existence.

”Do you want to treat the wounded Awu people here?” Yuan Zhan was clearly out of breath, but pretended that everything was casual, and his appearance is much more arrogant than Yan Mo, only his body and the fiercely visibly muscles are enough to shock The Awu Tribe.

Yan Mo reached out and Yuan Zhan snorted and patted his forehead.

Yan Mo... simply slapped his head and waited for him to get angry, and quickly took the pulse of the youth.

Yuan Zhan was not angry. If he doesn't want Yan Mo to grab his wrist, Yan Mo wouldn't catch it.

Yan Mo was a bit worried about Yuan Zhan. Of course, this worry is not worry for the warrior. He just doesn't want to lose such a good warrior so quickly.

It was just a very random routine check, but after feeling Yuan Zhan's pulse, Yan Mo frowned.

What is going on? This pulse is abnormal, but it doesn't feel like when Zhan had overdrawn his strength. The last pulse was completely different from this one.