Worry

The piece of white cloth that was covering the wound was soaked in blood, there was also yellow-white puss and a faint stench. When Guo Xinning untied the cloth from his wound and saw the red, swollen, infected wound, he couldn't help but gasped for breath. 

"Sss!"

"Why is the wound so serious?"

Everyone's expressions changed. They looked at the deep wound that reached that bone on the shoulder of the old man. That wound was scratched by the Wolf King, the deep claw marks were shocking, especially with the deterioration of the wound now, it was even more frightening. 

"I didn't expect the wound to be like this in just one night." The middle aged man looked solemn. 

Guo Xinning looked at the middle aged man and asked: "Uncle Sun, can't you do anything about it?" His medical skills were among the best in the clan. He had come along with the team this time not only because of his fighting ability, but also because of his medical skills.