The Rebirth of Crazy Ger

 When Wang Jin came to his senses, he had already tightly held the grass in his hands.

    "?" Yuan Heng looked at Wang Jin strangely.

    Wang Jin said: "I want this."

    Boiled the grass and grinded it into a paste, added a few herbs to stop bleeding and remove stasis, and it was Bisheng ointment.

    This idea suddenly appeared in his mind, and Wang Jin himself was a little confused. He knew very well that he was not good at medicine, so how could he know the prescription of this Bisheng ointment?

    Even so convinced that this humble grass was a medicinal material.

    Wang Jin suddenly remembered the strange dream he had just now.

In the dream, the old man said that he would be able to know all the formula for the food, medicine, tools, etc...

    Now that he somehow knew the formula of Bisheng Ointment, and even recognized the medicinal materials in the formula, was this really the ability bestowed on him by the old man?

    Wang Jin was puzzled for a while, and felt that it was necessary to try it out. The Bisheng ointment lacked a few herbs, but it mainly relied on this. If it could be made, it would also have the effect of removing scars and stopping bleeding.

    However, Wang Jin looked at the herbs in his hand with an ugly expression.

    After getting this herb, he didn't know how to boil it, let alone grind it into paste! How delicate was this body, he had tried it in his previous life!

    Seeing the little lunatic in front of him froze again, his expression changed several times before he said a word.

    The man didn't know whether Wang Jin was wandering or just became insane again. He shook his head slightly, picked out the purple flowers from the pile of grass in front of him, handed them to Wang Jin and said, "Here."

    Wang Jin came back to his senses and looked at the herbs in the man's hand, only five in total.

    Wang Jin's agile eyes glanced at the medicinal materials in his hand, and then at the medicinal materials in the man's hand. Following the man's hand, his gaze moved upwards, and he saw the man's strong and powerful arms.

A flash of light flashed in his eyes. With a trace of cunning, he gently put his own medicinal materials into the man's hand.

    Yuan Heng looked at the little lunatic suspiciously.

    Wang Jin ordered: "You boil them and grind them into paste for me."

The tone was that of a habitual order, the man's hands froze slightly, and he looked at Wang Jin with disapproval: "This is just grass, you..."

The man didn't continue, because the little lunatic in front of him was staring at him fiercely, looking like a willful and dissatisfied little beast.

    The eyes, which were still filled with water vapor after crying just now, were reddish, and it seemed that as long as they were slightly stimulated, the eyes that seemed to be filled with clear springs would immediately overflow with water again.

    The man swallowed the words of refusal, and the disapproval in his eyes gradually turned into helplessness. He shrunk his knuckles, put the five grasses aside and said, "Okay, wait until I wash these."

The man pointed to a pile of grass in front of them, the grasses were piled up like a hill, Wang Jin looked at it with a frown, and said dissatisfiedly, "How long will it take to wash?"

    "Soon." Glancing at Wang Jin, he thought for a while and said, "If you want to hurry up...together?"

    He asked tentatively, and Wang Jin instantly showed a disgusted expression.

    Seeing this, the man didn't say anything, and he moved faster.

    Suddenly, a slender white and tender hand appeared in front of his eyes. The hand hesitated for a while under his eyes, and reached out to the grass below.

    The man's lips curled up a little.

    As soon as that hand touched the grasss, it retracted as if it had been electrocuted, accompanied by a light cry of pain, just like a kitten.

    And there were a few drops of bright red dripping on the green grases below, the man's smile froze on his face, he hurriedly raised his head and stepped forward, caught up with the retracting hand, and held it in his own.

    Sure enough, a long wound was drawn at the tip of the slender finger, and blood was trickling.

    "..." The man stared at the wound speechlessly, unable to speak for a while.

    At first, he thought this little lunatic's hands were unreasonably soft, but he didn't expect that they were so tender that they could be scratched by grass.

    "Blood...blood...it hurts to death!" Wang Jin looked at the wound, feeling so wronged that he couldn't help himself.

    The man sighed lightly, and bowed his head towards the wound. From Wang Jin's angle, he could still see the flexible creature protruding slightly from between his lips.

    Wang Jin was stunned. Before he knew what the man wanted to do, he felt his fingertips wet, and a strange feeling came from the wound, spread all over his limbs, and rushed straight to the top of his head, making his scalp numb.

    His fingertips trembled, his knuckles shrank, and he quickly withdrew his hand from the man's hand.

    "You...you...what are you doing?!" Wang Jin asked with a trembling voice while protecting his hand.

    The man frowned, as if he couldn't understand Wang Jin's big reaction, he patiently explained: "The beastman's saliva can stop the bleeding, just give you tiantian."

    Tiantian?

    "No!" Wang Jin blatantly refused, which was too strange.

    "Please invite a doctor for me...or a pharmacist." Wang Jin said.

    The man's brows were further tightened: "It's a little injury, there's no need to call a pharmacist."

    "A little injury ?, you go and take my money..." Wang Jin froze for a moment, he had no money, and the world didn't recognize silver.

    In the past, he was slightly injured, and everyone in the mansion had to worry about him, but now...

    Wang Jin shrugged his shoulders sadly and feeling frustrated. The man looked at the listless little lunatic in front of him for a while, and got up.

    Wang Jin looked up and saw the man walking out.

    Wang Jin reached out and grabbed his animal clothes: "Where are you going?"

The man said, "I'll try and see if I can invite a pharmacist from the tribe."

    Wang Jin shrank his knuckles and tightened the man's animal clothes , said with difficulty: "No need..."

    In this world, doctors and pharmacists were in short supply, and the Danmu tribe only had one pharmacist, whose status was very high, so it was strange to be able to invite them.

    "You go and get this for me... I won't need a pharmacist when you give me this." Wang Jin pointed to the grass on the ground that was put aside by the man.

    The man turned his head to look at the little lunatic.

    There wasn't much pain on the little lunatic's face, but his lips were pouting slightly, as if he was throwing a tantrum and wanted to be coaxed.

    This little lunatic spoke crazily and behaved strangely, but he looked really good.

    With a light glance of those black and white eyes, the whole heart could be softened, and the look of disappointment made people wanted to agree to all his requests...

    But, this meaningless thing...

    Forget it, this was his ger...

    If he didn't obey him, who would obeyed him?