619: The Severely Injured Tiger Beastman (1)

The Severely Injured Tiger Beastman (1)

Holding her in his arms, Curtis let out a chuckle. Sensing the vibration at his chest, Bai Qingqing suddenly couldn't stay mad at him anymore.1

"You're still laughing," Bai Qingqing said in a disgruntled tone.

"You must be hungry. Let's go home." As Curtis spoke, he retreated and slammed his tail at the entrance vigorously.

Bang—

Following a loud bang, a bright light flooded into the hole. Bai Qingqing involuntarily narrowed her eyes, but even then the piercing light was so aggravating to her eyes that it made her tear up.

Curtis pinned Bai Qingqing's face to his chest and covered the snakeskin over her head, before slithering out.

As they passed by a certain place, he suddenly stopped in his tracks. Ssss~

"What's the matter?" Having adjusted to the light, Bai Qingqing raised her head and gazed around.

Large pools of blood could be seen on the grassy plains not far away, and the plants were flattened. Clearly, a duel had just taken place there.

"Something seems to have happened to your female friend," said Curtis.

Bai Qingqing's heart clenched, and she hurriedly asked, "Who?"

"The female cub of the tribal head."

What happened between her and Carl instantly came to mind, and her countenance changed drastically. "Let's hurry back!"

It was deathly quiet in the village, and not a single female could be seen for all of them had hidden into the tree holes. The males working outside also wore dark and solemn expressions.

Parker and the leopard cubs were at the only spot under their tree where the sun shone down upon. The cubs were tugging at each other's fur, and from time to time Parker would lick them. It was a heartwarming scene.

Upon seeing her, Parker instantly got to his feet and shook his tail.

Roar~

"Parker!" Bai Qingqing jumped down from Curtis's arms and walked towards him. "What happened? Where's Molly?"

Parker's wagging tail froze, then speedily shortened as he transformed into a human. Standing up straight, he said, "She's been abducted. Winston and Alva went to chase after them."

"Even Alva went?" Recalling that pool of blood she saw on the ground, and Curtis telling her whom it belonged to, she asked another question, "Where's Molly's mate? That one-eared tiger."

Parker said, "Not dead. But no idea if he'll survive."

At Bai Qingqing's strong request, Parker accompanied her to visit Edgar.

As the tiger tribe didn't have a proper doctor, the tribal head merely applied medicinal herbs over Edgar's wounds, before leaving him to perish on his own.

When Bai Qingqing entered, she saw a swarm of flies spread over the tiger's body and all over the house.

If it wasn't for the slight undulating movement of the tiger's abdomen, Bai Qingqing would have thought he had died for quite some time.

"Why is the environment like this?" Bai Qingqing swatted away the flies in front of her. "This won't do. If we leave him in this state, he will surely die."

"But what else can we do?" Parker said, "If his spouse has other males, they could at least take care of him and help to chase away the flies. There's nothing we can do about it. Don't think of meddling in this matter."

Parker knew Bai Qingqing very well. She was kind-hearted and couldn't even bear to kill those prey that looked a bit more aesthetically pleasing. Much less a living beastman.

Bai Qingqing frowned. Although she wasn't trained in medicine, she knew that the greatest danger faced by a wounded patient was the risk of infection. With so many flies around, even if he didn't die, maggots might grow on his body.

They had to at least help him chase these flies away. After some thought, Bai Qingqing felt that the waterhole was ideal for recuperation—there were no flies there at all, and the temperature was low, so germs couldn't breed in that kind of environment.

She pulled Parker's hand and pleaded. "Help him. Send him to the waterhole and hand him to Bluepool."

Staring at Bai Qingqing's scrunched-up little face, Parker's heart softened, and he agreed.

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