The evil female is weak and the males of the whole continent are out of control and fall.

Chapter 637 Plan Success
Fu Jinshen was too late to help; he was completely blocked by the three males and couldn't get close to Wanwan at all.

Bai Wanwan turned her head to look at the old clan shaman, knowing that he was worried but not angry.

"I'm healing the clan chief, you'd better not stop me."

But the old shaman didn't believe it at all, his cloudy but sharp eyes staring at the porcelain bottle in her hand.

"What's that in your hand?"

The tribal shaman was well aware of the chieftain's condition; he had even used up all the tribe's most precious medicine, but still could not save the chieftain.

He didn't believe the little female could save the chieftain.

His concern was that things would get worse after the chieftain drank what the female was holding.

"This is the potion I prepared; now I'm going to give it to the clan leader."

"No! Where are the guards? Stop her!" The tribal shaman was furious, his beard bristling and eyes wide with rage.

The atmosphere inside the stone house instantly became extremely tense!

Bai Wanwan was not angry. She calmly looked at the old clan shaman and clearly felt that he was simply worried about the clan leader's health.

So she calmly countered, "Clan shaman, may I ask, given the clan chief's current condition, is there anyone here, including yourself, who can cure him? Who can wake him up?"

The sound wasn't loud, but it was loud enough for everyone in the room to hear.

A dead silence.

All the orcs, including the old tribal shaman, fell silent, their faces ashen.

They couldn't; they had done everything they could, but it was all in vain.

“Since no one can cure it, let me try. For the clan leader, it can only bring benefits, not harm. You’ve all accepted the worst-case scenario… Why not take a gamble and see?”

Seeing that they were still hesitant, Bai Wanwan struck again, "To tell you the truth, the clan leader's condition is very bad. If he passes today, even I won't be able to save him."

Her words were like cold awls, piercing everyone and making them feel extremely uncomfortable.

They don't trust outsider orcs, but like she said, what if?
The tribal shaman stared at the medicine bottle in her hand. "What kind of medicine is this? Tell me."

"How I treat you, what medicine I use," Bai Wanwan glanced at him and said coldly, "that's my secret, it can't be told to anyone."

The shaman's face was contorted with wrinkles from the struggle; he was still uneasy. This female was too young, and he didn't trust her.

Fu Jinxing also spoke up at the right time, "Clan shaman, if you have a better way to stop her, since you don't, stopping her is preventing the clan leader from waking up."

These words carried too much weight. The old shaman's expression changed several times, and his lips trembled slightly. He wanted to say something but couldn't.

"Let her give it a try!"

Just then, the clan chief's wife, who had been immersed in immense grief, suddenly raised her head. Her eyes were filled with tears, but also with a resolute determination. "It's already come to this... can it get any worse? Let her try!"

When the chieftain's wife speaks, even the clan shaman cannot influence the chieftain's fate.

He sighed, glanced at Bai Wanwan, and then reluctantly and slowly retreated.

But he didn't go too far; he stood almost right next to the bed.

He wanted to see with his own eyes whether this little female intended to harm or save their chieftain.

Bai Wanwan ignored him; time was of the essence.

Although the system-produced potions are extremely effective, it has already been delayed for so long, and raising them later will be troublesome.

"I'll do it." Chief Rong stepped forward, supporting the Elephant Clan Chief's neck and prying open his mouth. Bai Wanwan opened the medicine bottle and steadily and precisely poured the colorless and odorless medicine from the small porcelain bottle into the Chief's mouth.

Time seemed to stand still as everyone stared at the Elephant Clan Chief.

After administering the medicine, Bai Wanwan waited for a while. Seeing that the Elephant Clan Chief did not react, she quickly asked the system, "Are you sure this medicine is correct?"

"Don't worry, host, the detoxification will take a little time."

But others thought differently. The hope that the Elephant Clan Chief's wife had just begun to have slowly faded into oblivion as time went by.

She concealed the sadness in her eyes, "Chief of the Rong tribe, Holy Mother Bai Wanwan, our chief still has matters to attend to, please..."

Before she could finish speaking,

"Cough...cough..."

A faint yet crystal-clear cough, like a thunderclap, suddenly rang out from the stone bed!

Immediately afterwards, under the incredulous gazes of everyone, who were almost staring into their sockets, a faint but real trace of color appeared on the face of the Elephant Clan Chief, which had been deathly pale.
His tightly furrowed brows relaxed slightly, and his chest began to rise and fall noticeably and powerfully!

"I... I feel much lighter." The chieftain of the elephant tribe, who was recovering from an illness, felt the difference very clearly.

The old shaman's hand froze in mid-air, all the questions and rebukes stuck in his throat, turning into a collective gasp of cold air!
The deathly silence was broken, and hope, like the dawning sunlight, instantly dispelled the heavy gloom of despair!

"Father beast!"

"Clan leader!!"

"He's awake! He's really awake!"

A mixture of ecstasy and disbelief erupted from inside the stone house.

The chieftain's wife was the first to rush to the bedside, tightly grasping the chieftain's slightly trembling hand. Tears streamed down her face like broken beads, but this time, they were tears of joy.

Then, more and more orcs surrounded them.

The old shaman stood there, his expression undergoing a dramatic shift from shock to ecstasy, and then to profound shame.

He looked at the clan leader on the bed who was indeed recovering, and then at Bai Wanwan, who was being protected by the chieftains and others and had a calm expression. His old face flushed.

His previous obstruction and doubts now seem so ridiculous.

He took a deep breath, suppressing his excitement and shame, and took a few steps closer to Bai Wanwan. His attitude had become extremely respectful, even showing a hint of awe for the unknown power.

He hesitated for a moment, but couldn't resist his curiosity. He spoke in a low voice, his tone pleading: "Holy Maiden Bai Wanwan... I was foolish before. Thank you for saving our clan leader! May I see that medicine bottle?"

The medicine bottle itself was just an ordinary small porcelain bottle, nothing special, and Bai Wanwan didn't care.

She remained calm and casually handed over the empty medicine bottle.

The tribal shaman was overjoyed, taking the item with both hands, bringing it close to his eyes to examine it carefully, and repeatedly bringing it to his nose to smell it.

No matter how hard he tried to distinguish it, the bottle contained only a faint, mysterious scent that could not be described by any of the herbs or minerals he knew. He could not detect any familiar scent components.

This was completely beyond his comprehension, which horrified him even more.

He looked up, his eyes filled with a thirst for knowledge, about to ask about the origin and ingredients of the potion.

Just then, the excited voice of the clan chief's wife came from beside the bed. She carefully supported the clan chief, who was still weak but had opened his eyes, and said to him joyfully, "It was the Holy Mother Bai Wanwan who woke you up. She also said that she can make you fully recover."

(End of this chapter)