The Wicked Female Is Wild and Scheming, Living in a Love Battlefield Every Day-Chapter 472 - 352: Distributing Medicine (Part 2)

"Makes sense."

Soren Phoenix pinched his nose, disdainfully glancing at the pot of dark medicine, "This smell is stronger than The Old Shaman’s feet. The taste is probably very bitter too. Later, those Beastmen might cry for their moms once they drink it."

The Old Shaman’s face turned dark instantly, but knowing Soren Phoenix’s character, he just rolled his eyes, turned around and left the courtyard first, not wanting to argue with this Phoenix-Chicken.

When he reached the courtyard gate, something crossed his mind. He turned and looked at a few leftover pig dung piles scattered around the courtyard, scrunched up his old face in disgust.

He shouted towards a Beastman in the courtyard, "Remember to clean up the courtyard later, and this wild pig, you can bring it back to the pigsty."

Having said that, he strolled away with his hands behind his back.

The Priest stroked his graying beard with a smile, saying nothing. He just quietly kicked away a suspicious object from his side and wiped his shoe on the wall corner.

This courtyard, the smell is indeed quite complex.

Luna Sutton, Corbin Crowley, Zeke Veridian, Malachi Arcanus, Soren Phoenix, Mael Valerius, The Golden Silkworm King, and Lyle Sutton saw the Priest’s actions, their mouths twitching in unison.

They quietly moved a bit further from the wild pig and the excrement.

A few strong Beastmen had already lifted away three large iron pots.

Luna Sutton and the others followed behind, soon arriving at the quarantine area at the foot of the mountain on the west side.

The atmosphere here was noticeably better than last night’s despair and chaos.

After drinking Luna Sutton’s detoxification water that night, most Beastmen, females, elderly, and cubs had significantly relieved symptoms.

Though still wearing masks, their spirits looked droopy, but at least they were no longer vomiting and having diarrhea, with high fevers and rashes, and were able to move around by themselves.

On the cleared ground at the cave entrance, people were gathered in twos and threes. Although still looking somewhat sickly, their eyes had a sparkle, talking quietly among themselves.

Mael Valerius scanned the scene, directly arranging for two Beastmen with the plague selected last night to come over and try the medicine.

The two Beastmen, knowing they were there to try the medicine, showed no fear. Instead, they were eager to try.

They had heard about using a plague-infected wild pig as a test, which not only was fine but completely recovered.

Although the Beastmen are more advanced than beasts without intelligence, essentially there isn’t much difference.

Having been tormented by the plague to a point worse than death, without the potion Miss Cynthia concocted sustaining their lives, they might not have held on.

Now that there is medicine to try, they are naturally willing.

One of the older Beastmen went up to the large iron pot first, took a bowl of the dark and pungent medicine without a word.

Under everyone’s watchful eyes, he drank it down with his eyes closed.

"Gulp gulp..."

Just like drinking water, the bowl of medicine was emptied in a second, his face scrunched up instantly, the medicine was indeed too bitter, his mouth almost couldn’t open, not an ordinary level of foul taste.

"Ugh..."

"Oh my Beast God, what is this taste? I’ve never drunk such bitter medicine before."

The Beastman trying the medicine retched but dared not really spit it out, complaining with a miserable face.

The nearby Beastmen couldn’t help bursting into laughter seeing this.

"Hahaha... look at his timid look, it’s just a bowl of medicine, is it that bad?"

"Exactly, exactly, like a female, hahaha..."

Some Beastmen gloated, seemingly forgetting their bodily pain, enjoying a rare bit of fun in the dull life.

"Tsk tsk, I knew it would taste horrible."

Soren Phoenix pinched his nose and stepped back, afraid that the Beastman might throw up on him.

Luna Sutton didn’t laugh but seriously observed the Beastman trying the medicine. Seeing that apart from grimacing because of the bitterness, there was no discomfort, and his spirit was gradually improving, she relaxed a bit.

A little bitterness doesn’t matter as long as it’s effective.

After all, good medicine is bitter to the mouth.

Actually, after testing the wild pig, they could have distributed the medicine to the patients to drink.

But to ensure safety, they arranged for a Beastman to try the medicine first.

"Huh? After drinking this, my body doesn’t feel as bad?"

The Beastman trying the medicine closed his eyes to sense his body, suddenly opened them looking at everyone with joy all over his face.

Previously, he always felt a heavy pressure on his chest, like a huge stone, making even breathing difficult.

Now, that huge stone seemed to have disappeared suddenly, making him feel a lot more relaxed.

"Really? You’re not lying to us, are you?"

Another Beastman infected with the plague heard this, looking at him suspiciously.

The medicine was indeed too bitter, making him reluctant to try.

"Why would I lie to you? Just drink it yourself, and you’ll know."

The Beastman who tried the medicine rolled his eyes, replying with irritation.

He indeed felt much better, not just his chest wasn’t heavy anymore, but he felt refreshed and much better overall.

Corbin Crowley, Zeke Veridian, Malachi Arcanus, Soren Phoenix, Mael Valerius, the witch doctor, the Priest, The Golden Silkworm King, Lyle Sutton, and others were all observing the Beastman’s face, seeing the medicine was indeed effective with no other side effects, they felt relieved.

"Hehe, the medicine researched by this silkworm is bound to be free of problems."

The Golden Silkworm King stood there lazily, golden hair and eyes filled with pride and arrogance, "This formula incorporates my Holy Water. It’s just a mere plague."

The Old Shaman and Priest looked at The Golden Silkworm King with eyes full of admiration. Indeed, a holy entity capable of taking form is unparalleled in power.

No matter how many years they lived, they still couldn’t match up to even a finger of his, truly embarrassing to say.

Lyle Sutton was the happiest, knowing the plague could be cured, he felt relieved.

He waved his large hand, happily proclaiming, "Have all patients line up for medicine, one bowl each, no more, no less."

Then he thought of something, adding, "The severely symptomatic elderly and cubs take priority."

Corbin Crowley nodded, his silver eyes sweeping over everyone, "Finn, Yuri Ashwood, you arrange people to maintain order."

Finn and Yuri Ashwood immediately took action, starting to maintain order, arranging Beastmen to distribute the medicine.