The shaman had no patients today and was drying herbs in the courtyard, with his apprentice sitting beside him grinding medicine.
The hurried footsteps of the two attracted the shaman’s attention.
He didn’t stop his work, but his gaze turned towards them.
“What happened?” the shaman asked.
“He’s injured!” Wen Li blurted out.
The shaman looked surprised.
The shaman naturally knew the backgrounds of Wen Li’s beast husbands. They were all powerful and rarely got injured.
Even if they were injured, their extraordinary physique would heal them quickly, and they would usually not come to the shaman.
It seemed this injury was unusual.
The shaman quickly put down the herbs in his hand and walked over. “Where are you hurt?”
Xin Yuan extended his injured arm.
Upon seeing the black and swollen wound, the shaman’s expression changed drastically.
His expression made the two of them uneasy.
“What’s wrong?” Wen Li asked nervously.
The shaman took Xin Yuan’s arm, examined it back and forth, and finally concluded:
“Did you encounter a stray beast?”
Xin Yuan nodded.
Wen Li was surprised that the shaman could tell even this.
She then heard the shaman say with a grave expression, “He’s been cursed.”
Xin Yuan asked, confused, “Cursed?”
“Sit here for a moment. I’ll get you some medicine to drink as soon as possible.”
After speaking, the shaman beckoned to his apprentice and gave him a few instructions.
The apprentice nodded and quickly walked into the kitchen.
Before long, the aroma of medicine wafted from inside.
“I’ve asked Arno to prepare the medicine. Extend your arm, let me take another look,” the shaman said to Xin Yuan.
Xin Yuan extended his arm, and the shaman asked again, “Where did you encounter the stray beast?”
“Nearby, in the direction of the back mountain,” Xin Yuan replied.
The shaman’s expression changed slightly, then softened as he seemed to recall something.
“You killed him,” the shaman said.
Xin Yuan calmly replied, “Yes.”
“No wonder,” the shaman said. “This curse is only triggered by a dying stray beast.”
Wen Li didn’t understand and could only listen in silence.
“I understand,” Xin Yuan said. “Will there be any consequences?”
The shaman’s gaze fell on Xin Yuan’s face. Seeing that he had no other superfluous expressions, he said sternly:
“Don’t underestimate the curse of a stray beast. If it cannot be broken, your body will start to fester from the wound, and you will die within seven days.”
“Die!?” Wen Li exclaimed.
Although she wasn’t very familiar with Xin Yuan, she didn’t want to see him die from festering within seven days due to a curse.
Wen Li quickly asked, “Is there any way to break the curse?”
Just as the shaman was about to speak, Arno came out of the kitchen with a bowl of dark medicine.
“It’s ready,” Arno said.
The medicine was still steaming. The shaman urged Xin Yuan to drink it quickly. “Drink up, it can temporarily suppress the curse.”
Xin Yuan heard this, picked up the wooden bowl, and drank the medicine without blinking.
After seeing him finish, the shaman continued, “There is a way to break the curse.”
“What do I need to do?”
The shaman’s gaze fell on Wen Li. “It depends on your wife.”
Wen Li blinked. “Me? What do I need to do?”
The shaman cleared his throat. “I need your blood.”
“For these seven days, you need to take Wen Li’s blood regularly. After seven days, the curse will be lifted automatically.”
The shaman spoke clearly, word by word.
Both Wen Li and Xin Yuan had complex expressions.
Seven days, blood.
Wen Li quickly accepted the situation.
Alright, Xin Yuan was her savior, after all.
She could consider it a blood donation.
“How much blood do I need to give each time?” Wen Li asked proactively.
Xin Yuan looked at her in surprise when he heard her ask.
He hadn’t expected Wen Li to agree so readily and felt a surge of gratitude.
The shaman said, “Not much, just half a bowl.”
Wen Li almost spat out a mouthful of blood.
Half a bowl a day??
And she had to give blood for seven consecutive days!
Was that not a lot? She already felt it was a lot!
“That’s about it.”
The shaman beckoned to Arno again and whispered a few words. Arno quickly walked towards the cave.
“I’ve asked Arno to get the external wound medicine. After applying it, you can go back.”
Soon, Arno returned with a small wooden bowl, covered with a leaf on top.
The shaman took it and uncovered it, releasing a rich medicinal fragrance.
“Extend your arm,” the shaman said to Xin Yuan again.
Xin Yuan extended his arm. As the shaman dug out the ointment, he warned:
“Your wound will feel like it’s burning after applying the ointment. This is normal, bear with it.”
The shaman applied the ointment to Xin Yuan’s arm.
Xin Yuan’s previously relaxed brow furrowed again. The burning sensation was exactly the same.
Just as the shaman was about to continue, a panicked voice came from not far away:
“Sha… Shaman! Help! Help!”
Seeing the person approaching, the shaman felt a headache coming on, but he couldn’t ignore them.
He casually tossed the ointment to Wen Li. “Wen Li, you help him.”
Wen Li was now Xin Yuan’s beast wife, so it was reasonable for her to do this.
“…Okay.”
Wen Li caught the ointment tossed by the shaman and looked at Xin Yuan. “I’ll apply it for you then.”
Xin Yuan: “Okay.”
Even though Wen Li acted gently, Xin Yuan still gasped in pain.
He pursed his lips, his expression grim.
Even though Xin Yuan said nothing and didn’t even cry out in pain, Wen Li no longer dared to continue.
“Are you okay?” Wen Li asked.
Xin Yuan: “I’m fine, continue.”
Wen Li carefully continued to apply the medicine, her movements still light.
However, due to the curse, applying the medicine was no different from torture for Xin Yuan.
As Wen Li smeared the ointment on his wound, Xin Yuan’s eyelashes would tremble violently, looking pitiful.
The soft brown hair on his forehead was soaked with cold sweat. Beads of sweat trickled down his cheeks, over his high nose bridge, and onto the ground.
Wen Li couldn’t bear to watch.
The sight of the handsome man frowning in pain was heartbreaking.
Wen Li felt as if she wasn’t applying medicine anymore, but “torturing” Xin Yuan.
“System, can I use the ‘healing ability’ I just acquired now?” Wen Li asked the system.
She didn’t know if this ability could help Xin Yuan.
Even if it couldn’t completely cure him, it could at least temporarily relieve his pain.
【Yes, you can. Look at the wound and use your mental power.】
The system not only answered Wen Li’s question but also kindly provided instructions on how to use it.
The phrase “use your mental power” was too abstract for Wen Li.
However, she followed the system’s instructions and stared at Xin Yuan’s wound.
Wen Li tried her best to focus her attention.
Seeing that she hadn’t taken the next step, Xin Yuan asked in confusion, “What’s wrong?”
Wen Li remained still, her gaze fixed on Xin Yuan’s wound.
“I’m helping you.”
Helping him?
A flicker of confusion crossed Xin Yuan’s amber eyes.
Wen Li didn’t explain further to Xin Yuan and tried to stay focused.
Soon, Wen Li noticed a black ball of light appearing next to Xin Yuan’s wound.
The ball of light floated and bobbed near Xin Yuan’s wound.
Wen Li reached out her hand, and with a touch!