Leisurely Farm Life in Beast World-Chapter 1472 - 1469: Medical Squad

Sometimes, the old Shaman didn’t even have a chance to act before the injured Orc was already healed by the medical team.

Seeing the efficiency of the Watson Tribe’s medical team and the significant role they played in the war, a spark of eager anticipation lit up in the eyes of the old Shaman.

God knows how grueling it is for a single Orc to shoulder the entire tribe’s healing duties.

This "it’s all on me" feeling isn’t particularly pleasant.

Although this means the Healing Technique is no longer exclusive to the Shaman, communicating with Lord Beast God and participating in tribal management with such wisdom is not something just any Orc can do.

Once he thought of it, he acted. The old Shaman didn’t reach his current position merely by physical prowess; he immediately selected a few newly-adult and clever Orcs and females from the tribe.

Whenever the medical team treated the Orcs, he instructed them to observe and learn, and sometimes, during his leisure, he personally taught them some herbal and healing knowledge.

When he was busy, he entrusted their education to Nigel.

After this period of battles, although the number of injured in the Chaburi Mountain Forest was about the same as in the Miri Mountain Forest, the number of deaths was significantly lower. 𝒻𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝘯𝘰𝑣ℯ𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝘮

Comparatively, with only one Shaman, the Miri Mountain Forest’s healing speed clearly couldn’t keep up, and the Shaman could only leisurely attend to the Crow Tribe and some of the lightly injured Orcs.

To ensure they had enough combat strength, Orcs with more severe injuries often died before receiving treatment.

So, without contrast, there’s no harm. Watching their own tribe members severely wounded yet left to die without treatment,

while even slightly injured Orcs of the Crow Tribe received priority treatment from the Shaman, and seeing Orcs from Chaburi Forest that were grievously injured a few days ago now prancing around again,

the thoughts of some small-to-medium tribes’ Orcs in Miri Forest changed instantly.

During battles, they began to half-heartedly work and retreated at the first sign of danger.

At this point, the Shaman and Clan Leader of the Crow Tribe immediately noticed that casualties in their tribe were starting to increase.

Another night fell, and the Orcs from small-to-medium tribes of the Miri Mountain Forest, acting as a ragtag army, rested on the outermost edges of the encampment.

Seeing the food supply dwindle before them, the Orcs fumed with rage, breathing heavily.

"Damn it, we fight hard, yet the Crow Tribe treats us like this."

"An Orc from our tribe was severely injured today, bleeding uncontrollably, yet the Shaman was busy treating minor wounds of the Crow Tribe’s Orcs. My tribesman is now in a coma."

"What are we doing this for? Even if we capture Chaburi Forest, given the dominating nature of the Crow Tribe, they wouldn’t share it with us."

Clan leaders from several small-to-medium tribes sat there, continually cursing due to the tense atmosphere.

"Hello, everyone~" A clear voice rang out among the beasts, startling several Orcs.

"Who is it?" The Orcs jumped to their feet, looking around, but did not see any unfamiliar Orcs.

Suddenly, a flash of white light, and a White Mink, not even as tall as their forearms, appeared on the Beast Skin mat of one of the clan leaders.