Chapter 60: When the ancient orc man was broken (7)

Sitting in an unfamiliar stone house, this room is more humane than the empty room when I woke up. There were many wooden shelves and tables. When I was brought in, I saw some green plants on the shelves at the door, all kinds.
Qi Yan looked around and suddenly a coolness came from his ankle. He looked down and saw that some green grated grass foam was smeared on the red and swollen area.
"What is this..." Qi Yan asked quietly.
The man who had treated him with sprains was something he had never seen before. The man's face was full of alienation and indifference. When Qi Yan thought he was disdain to answer his own questions, the other party's light but cold voice sounded.
"Herb."
"……Thank you."
Qi Yan choked on the other's only words, and thanked quickly for not speaking again.
After a quarter of an hour, the redness and swelling became itchy, and with a needle-like sting, Qi Yan held his fist in his mouth, refusing to let himself reach out to dispense the herbs on his feet.
The man had already been pounding herbs on the shelf on one side, he had no time to ignore himself, and he had no way to call others. After all, this man was really indifferent.
Shi Ang and the other three stopped when Qi Yan entered this stone house. They didn’t know whether they were afraid or kept their promises. They looked at Qi Yan comfortably until the man carried Qi Yan into the house and blocked it. Live all your sights.
"Don't move."
Qi Yan raised his head and saw the man frowning at him, his feet twitching at once because he couldn't help itching.
When the man saw him with a bitter face, he seemed to sigh and walked over, squatting beside him, looking at his wound, "itch?"
"Ah?...um!" Qi Yan nodded, "and... a little pain."
Hearing that the man took out a small wooden stick on one side and removed half of the herbs from the wound. Then scoop out a spoonful of water with a wooden spoon and gently spill it on the wound.
Bingbing's cool touch relieved a little itching, and Qi Yan relieved himself, watching the man take care of his wounds quietly.
After a while, Qi Yan felt that the redness on his feet had eased. At least he dared to turn his ankle slightly, and it didn't hurt.
"Thank you!" Qi Yan raised a big smile to the man.
The man unconsciously sorted out the messy plants and trees.
"My name is Qi Yan..." Qi Yan said again, pursed his lips, and seemed to be very tangled in introducing himself: "It's you... um... your leader picked it up..."
"I know. I was there at the time." The man's indifferent voice sounded, "I am Baoze."
"Thank you very much! Trouble you... if there is anything, uh, that kind of errand job, let me do it!" To express his gratitude, Qi Yan promised this promise. After all, he is light now, and is kept by other tribes, not to mention personal wealth...
Bao Ze didn't speak, but turned around and said hello to the three anxious male orcs at the door, then Shi Ang and the three rushed in and snarled around Qi Yan.
"How about the little female?"
"Qi Yan, are you okay?"
"Fool, see if you dare to run around."
Qi Yan saw that they didn't give themselves a chance to speak, and he twitched his lips and waved a hand to interject, "Good, much better, don't worry!"
Seeing this, Luer rubbed the top of Qi Yan's head and said gently: "I'm sorry, it hurt you."
"No, it's not!" Qi Yan said loudly: "I made you bother... I was an insignificant person."