Traveling through the world of beasts: I lead the system to build an empire

"how do you feel?"

Mu Yang walked to the healthy bed and sat down on the chair.

Su Mo had been sitting here for quite some time, and the chair was still warm.

He was sitting right in front of the window, outside of which was the hospital's small garden, a little further away was a residential area, and further still was the Qingquan River.

The Qingquan River flows slowly under the moonlight, sparkling, quiet and beautiful.

The scenery was pretty good, Mu Yang nodded with satisfaction.

His health was so badly injured that his body was wrapped in gauze, emitting a strong smell of medicine and blood, and he was unable to move.

It was completely dark outside at this moment. There were many glowing stones placed in the ward for Su Mo, but they were still not as bright as Mu Yang's pair of big wings.

The flames from the wings illuminated the healthy body covered in yellowish gauze with a fiery red color.

Chi Yu, who was also covered in gauze and doing emo, was sitting by the window on the right side of Jiankang. He looked up subconsciously when he heard Mu Yang's movement. His eyes were flashed by the firelight, so he continued to do emo with his head down.

Because of his injury, he missed a lot of things, one of which was that Mu Yang turned into a human-shaped torch without him knowing when. However, this did not prevent Chi Yu from mourning the fact that he was disfigured.

So Chiyu blocked out everything and lowered his head to emo himself.

"Not bad," Jiankang's voice was hoarse and unpleasant, like a rusty old bellows, "half of my body is numb, you were really cruel."

He was conscious when he was promoted, but he couldn't control his behavior, so Jiankang knew that Mu Yang wanted to kill him.

The two males knew who was the ruthless one.

Jiankang turned his head with difficulty and wanted to look at Mu Yang, but his head couldn't turn and the range of his eyes' vision was limited.

Mu Yang was probably leaning on a chair, so no matter how his healthy eyes moved, the most that could be seen was his animal skin skirt.

"Ah."

Jiankang smiled softly. The vibration in his chest caused him waves of pain, but it made Jiankang feel that he was still alive.

"As long as it can be cured." Mu Yang said lazily.

There was no ups and downs in his tone, and one could hear the perfunctory tone in his words.

If Jiankang was the honest and timid Jiankang in front of Su Mo, he would definitely agree with Mu Yang's words at this moment.

But health is not.

His timidity, cowardice and honesty are all pretended after all.

"It can be cured," Jiankang coughed a few times, his throat almost aching, "but the raw materials for the medicine are hard to come by, the production process is complicated, and the price is not low."

"Ahem, I just don't know if our number one beast husband is willing to pay me this money."

Seeing his pitiful and miserable appearance, one might have thought that Mu Yang, the beastly husband, was mistreating him.

Now that the tribe is running on the right track, even though Mu Yang is the patriarch, everything he does has to cost money.

"You don't have to worry about this," Mu Yang took out an orange from the fruit bowl on the cabinet beside him and peeled it, "The cost of medicine is just a small expense, the cost of surgery is the big expense."

As the most skilled doctor in the entire tribe, Su Mo's appearance fee is not low, and she only performs major operations.

Otherwise, there are too many orcs in the tribe, and minor injuries and illnesses cannot be treated at all.

"But it's not a big problem. The doctors are our own doctors, the hospitals are our own hospitals, and the medicines are our own medicines. It won't cost much."

The refreshing citrus scent mixed with the strong herbal flavor can make a dull brain feel much clearer.

"I can't eat now." Jiankang looked at the ceiling above his head.

"I know." Mu Yang peeled an orange segment and threw it into his mouth, mumbling, "It's not for you to eat."

Chi Yu was lying there by the window, Ming Feng was still unconscious, and the two males didn't speak. The only sound in the room was Mu Yang eating oranges.

Hearing Mu Yang finish one and pick up another, Jiankang said, "Actually, you don't have to spend the money."

Mu Yang, who was peeling an orange, stopped.