AI Doctor : From Slave to Beast King

"Banppee Wolf poison?"

"He was infected by that poison of all things?"

"Lax! Were you bitten by that beast earlier?" The woman next to the man lying on the ground questioned.

She seemed rather agitated as she questioned the man named Lax.

Damien calmly looked at the woman who was questioning her husband, before turning to look at the tribe leader.

"There is no time to waste," he glanced at Lax's vitals and noticed the drastic drop in them. "Every second counts in this situation. So please arrange for the herbs as soon as possible."

"I——I got it," the tribe leader had little to no hope now that he knew that Lax was infected by Banppee Wolf poison. However, Lax was the tribe's best fighter and the tribe leader did not want to give up so easily.

Even if there was a fragment of hope left, he was going to hold on to it!

"Someone go and bring the herbs," the tribe leader ordered the tribe members who were responsible for collecting herbs for the tribe.

"Yes!"

Someone dashed past the crowd and entered the hut where the herbs were kept but at the same time, they were all questioning Damien's skills. Could this man really treat Banppee Wolf poison?

"Tribe leader, are you really going to let this man fool around? Banppee Wolf poison is not something that can be treated casually! Even the healers cannot treat it!" Robin spoke to the tribe leader, his agitation visible.

'Ah, so this is an incurable poison?' Damien questioned as he cleaned the wound of the man. His entire abdominal cavity was filled with human waste that needed to be cleaned along with the stagnant waste.

The tribe leader also had his doubts but as he watched Damien clean the stagnant blood inside Lax's body, he clenched his fingers and said to Robin, "Rather than watching him die, isn't this better?"

Robin gritted his teeth. He turned his attention to the man who was neither beast nor human. His morals grinding against one another. Robin did not trust Damien, as he felt that this man was playing with their tribe.

It wouldn't be the first time either.

'Please..please …I beg you please save my brother!' Robin who was only six years old begged a wandering healer on his knees.

His brother who was younger than him by three years was suffering from Abhoe fever, a fever that did not have any treatment other than a potion created by a healer.

'Ah, you want to treat this little one?' The healer looked kind and understanding, which was why Robin was fooled by him. 'Here take this potion little one and feed it to your brother.'

Robin was more than grateful to that wandering healer who had given him a bottle of potion to heal his brother's fever.

Abhoe fever was not easy to treat and without the correct potion, the patient could even pass away in a few days.

However, Robin had no money and no one to help him. So for him, the healer was like a messiah who descended from the sky.

And Robin was grateful until he saw his brother drink that cursed poisonous potion and die right in front of his eyes.

The sight was enough to fill Robin with wretched agony as he watched his brother die in front of him while begging him to do something.

Robin would never forget the cries of his brother nor would he forget how that healer laughed and said those cruel words,

'I did the work of God by removing a treacherous hyena beastman from this world.'

For that healer, his brother was a treacherous beastman but for him, he was his little brother!

And he was murdered under the pretence of kindness.

So how could Robin trust Damien?

"I brought the herbs!" A young beastman returned with the basket of herbs in his hands and rushed to where Damien was treating Lax.

Damien looked up as he measured the herbs according to the measurements written on the screen which was floating in front of him.

Bit by bit, he placed the herbs inside the water and cleaned them before saying, "Bring a pestle and grind these herbs. Once they are finely grounded, roll them into a pill and feed them to him. Make sure that your hands are cleanly washed before you make the pill or touch the herbs."

The beastmen were stupefied upon hearing his commands; they all looked at one another as if silently questioning Damien again.

"We don't have time," Damien said to the beastmen who flinched and went straight to work while he looked at the screen storage. There was nothing available at the moment other than saline solution.

But beggars can't be choosers.

Damien exchanged the remaining points that he had gained for the saline solution and cleaned the wound of the man before putting his intestines back inside his body.

'Damn it, if only I had a drain to clean his wounds,' Damien thought as he cleaned the wound of the man.

"We are done," one of the beast women said to Damien who had summoned the fine needle and thread to suture Lax's wound. She showed him the pill that she had made and said, "Now shall we feed this pill to him?"

Damien glanced at the haphazardly looking pill and released a heavy sigh. If only his hands were free!

"Yes feed it to him," there was no choice, he had to treat the wound of the man no matter what the cost, if he looked away or stopped his hands, then it might lead to a disaster.

He needed to quickly treat Lax's wound and sew it close or else this man would continue bleeding.

When the beastwomen heard Damien's words, they were still a bit hesitant but they had no choice other than to trust Damien.

Lax's wife Cora gritted her teeth and then fed the pill to her husband.