Chapter 657 It Can Be Cured! (1/2)

The Jing shaman’s house was very big although it was in the centre of the quagmire. Even though it was only one story tall, rooms of different sizes inside his house totalled up to more than twenty.

Shao Xuan followed the Jing shaman to a room in the corner of the house. It was a large room. When Shao Xuan went there, a woman walked out from inside, carrying a sullen expression.

Seeing the Jing shaman with Shao Xuan, she was surprised. Something popped up in her mind, and her eyes were suddenly lit with excitement. She wanted to ask the Jing shaman questions, but the shaman lifted his hand to stop her.

The door of the room opened and Shao Xuan looked inside.

The only wooden bed in the house was covered with a beast hide, and a person was laying there with a linen blanket over him. Seeing those complicated netting patterns on the blanket, it probably came from the Gu tribe.

When Shao Xuan went in, the person was looking out the window, but he turned his head around to look.

He was probably a young man, but he didn’t look too well. He was skinny and had no energy. Even a small turn of the head seemed difficult for him. He was like a rusty machine with scraps stuffed in its mechanisms, and every movement seemed like he was trying hard to break free from something.

Shao Xuan even noticed green veins surfacing on the person’s face, neck, and arms as he turned his neck. These veins looked like worms squirming on his skin, but besides this, these veins were unnaturally dark in colour. He was different from all the Jing people Shao Xuan had seen on his way here.

When that person looked over, his eyes were glazed and unfocused, as if he couldn’t see anyone there.

So this was the patient the Jing shaman told him about?

“Dad?” the person on the bed called out.

His voice was weak, and he looked like he only opened his mouth slightly. If it wasn’t for Shao Xuan’s extraordinary hearing ability, he couldn’t have discerned what the person had said.

He was the Jing shaman’s son. No wonder the shaman was so emotional when he mentioned him.

“It’s nothing, dad is just here to see you. Just rest well.” The Jing shaman walked over and carefully fixed the slightly messier hair on the patient’s head. Then, he adjusted the linen clothing the patient was wearing so it covered him properly. “It’s getting late. Don’t catch a cold.”

In this season, the temperature was still high even in the nighttime, so many tribespeople slept naked, but not only was this patient sleeping on a furry beast hide, he was also covered in a thin blanket.

It was quite severe.

But this time, Shao Xuan noticed that this person’s bones were actually not the big problem. There were faint traces of fractures but they were all past their recovery period. They just weren’t all fully grown. Even so, these injuries were not the main cause for such a serious sickness.

Something was wrong with this person’s orderless meridians.

Inside the human body, qi and blood flowed through the meridians. They penetrated deep into the organs and out to the skin. When a totem warrior summons his totemic energy, most of this energy relied on the meridians to circulate inside the body.

With a faulty meridian, he could no longer summon his totemic power, and without totemic power, he was no different from others who had not awakened. But this person was different. Not only could he not use totemic power, he couldn’t even maintain a normal lifestyle.

When the Jing shaman walked out from inside the house, his eyes were still red. He only expressed such emotions in front of his own son.

When he left the house and walked for a while, he turned back to question his wife who wanted to speak but held her tongue, “How is his condition today?”

The woman spoke with downcast eyes, “He only had some water.”

Last year when the disaster hit them, the Jing tribe also suffered severe casualties. It was back then when the Jing shaman’s son Miu was injured. He got hurt while trying to save a few kids in their tribe. Because of this, the Jing shaman had not met with any of those children’s parents. He didn’t even speak a single word to them.

Miu’s injury was caused by overexerting his totemic power. Just like how overloaded trucks travelling on a road would cause damage to the road’s surface, and even completely destroy some parts of the road.

The parts that were not destroyed could still be used like before. He could walk and eat just fine, but very soon, as Miu’s injuries grew worse, to the point that he even lost the ability to walk.

Under such conditions, he couldn’t recover at all, so his condition only worsened.

At first he lost his ability to walk. Then his internal organs became faulty. His food intake continued to decrease. Even if he tried to force down more food, he would only end up vomiting. Once he even almost choked to death. Not long after, both his arms lost their ability to move.

“Now, he could only manage to move his head a little. He has been eating less these days. Ten days ago he could still drink some fish soup, but now he can’t even have soup. He can only drink water,” the woman spoke through sobs.

Although the Jing shaman wasn’t as emotional as the woman, he was also utterly depressed. It was obvious how much he cared for his son.

The Jing shaman knew that the Gu shaman wished for them to have more food and tools through their trade with the Flaming Horns, but those goods were not the most important thing on his mind now. The only thing he truly cared about was his son who was still lying on his bed. His bright future was ruined by a disaster. Now he could only lay on his bed every day. He’d rather sacrifice other people in his tribe than let his own son suffer such a severe injury. The Jing shaman was never generous in his love for others. He was selfish and only cared for those closer to him, and he never tried to conceal his character.

Under normal conditions, the Jing tribe would never give away any True Eyes to other tribes, but for the sake of his son’s recovery, the Jing shaman didn’t care about what others thought, and no one in the tribe dared to object to his decision. Even if his ancestors were to appear in front of him to stop him, he would still follow what he planned to do. His decision was final.

“Elder Shao Xuan, is there any way you can help?” The Jing shaman suppressed the sorrow in his heart and stared straight at Shao Xuan. He was not willing to let go of the subtlest emotion on Shao Xuan’s face.

Shao Xuan didn’t speak but lowered his eyes and kept thinking.

If this was caused by a pandemic or poison, he could try curing it with the medicine Gui Ze gave him but Miu’s condition was caused by damage in his meridians and vessels. Shao Xuan didn’t dare to promise anything, but he could guarantee that the injuries done to his meridians could be cured.

There were many amongst the Flaming Horns who severely damaged their meridians during the previous disaster. For these cases, most tribes would dismember the limbs that were severely injured. In severe cases, it could even be a threat to their lives, but ever since they had the Veins of the Sky, it was much different. Not only could it help them preserve their limbs, it could also protect their lives.

However, since the Veins of the Sky was transplanted twice after the disaster, they had been taking good care of it. When it was first transplanted, the plant wasn’t doing very well, so they all agreed to not touch the plants for the next two years and wait for the transplanted Veins of the Sky to grow firm roots and adapt to the new environment before they touched it.