Transmigrated to Raise Panther Cubs novel Chapter 289

Transmigrated to Raise Panther Cubs

Chapter 289 I Promise I Am Okay

Zachary mentioned to Quincy, “By the way, these are the pickled eggs from those quacking beasts we prepared earlier. All you need to do is boil them before eating.”

Quincy responded with a smile and a nod. After stepping into the cave, he returned carrying a bunch of fruit that Yael had bought from the marketplace–pineapples, mangoes, coconuts, and even a few passion fruits.

Without any hesitation, Zachary said, “Appreciate it!”

They left the fruit at home and then made their way over to Elias‘ place.

Elias was seated on a small stool, styling Kyle’s hair. The haircut was a wolf cut accented with pink highlights, and it looked really impressive.

Kyle greeted Zachary and Matthew with a wave. “Take a seat!”

Looking up with a grin, Elias said, “Zachary, Matthew, you’re here!”

As Zachary moved closer, he thought to himself that if Elias were living in the modern world, he’d definitely be a fantastic hairstylist. Even the way he coordinated his bracelets and necklaces showed off great fashion sense, and he had essentially turned Kyle into a style icon.

Elias‘ fingers were covered in plant–based dye. When he noticed the food Zachary had brought, his eyes lit up and he licked his lips. “That aroma is incredible.”

Kyle immediately brought a piece of food to Elias‘ mouth. “Take small bites. Is it spicy?”

Noticing Zachary staring at Kyle’s hair, Elias offered to give Zachary a fresh new look too. He pointed out that since Zachary’s hair was light–colored, it would absorb the dye nicely and end up looking even more striking

After thinking it over, Zachary requested some blue plant dye, intending to experiment with it on his own later.

Since they hadn’t yet paid a visit to the shaman, they didn’t end up staying there for very long.

Inside the cave, Donald had a serious expression on his face. He carried Bruce, who had hurt his leg, over to a high–backed chair, then remained standing stiffly next to him without saying a word or making any move to leave.

Bruce tried to reach out and pull Donald closer, but Donald moved away before Bruce could even make

contact.

Taking a couple of steps back, Donald fixed his gaze on Bruce, his face growing even more somber.

He had returned at midday to grab something and walked right in on Bruce using a bone knife to cut deeply into his own thigh. Blood was streaming out.

Bruce looked up at the noise and tried to quickly hide the wound. Forcing a casual smile, he asked, “What

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brought you back?”

With a dark expression, Donald rushed over. “What are you doing to yourself?”

Realizing there was no point in hiding it anymore, Bruce confessed, still attempting to make it seem less serious. “I made a new remedy and wanted to try it out. I already tested it on animals. There’s no poison in it.”

Donald glanced at the containers on the table, suppressed his frustration, and demanded, “What kind of remedy?”

“One that stops bleeding.”

“Which container?”

Bruce pointed. “That one.”

Donald grabbed it, applied the powder to the wound, and furrowed his brow, his lips pressed tightly together.

“Does it hurt?” he inquired.

Bruce shook his head, remaining composed. “Not at all.”

Donald gave him a look full of disbelief.

“I created a new medicine. As soon as it contacts an open wound, it quickly deadens the feeling in that area,” Bruce explained, with a hint of pride in his voice. “I coated the bone knife with it. It works perfectly. If you don’t believe me, try pinching me. I won’t feel a thing.”

Something pierced Donald’s heart.

It was true that Bruce often had Donald test different medicines, but Donald knew that anything he was given to drink was completely safe. If a remedy was new, even slightly dangerous, or if Bruce wasn’t absolutely certain about it, Bruce would never allow Donald to try it.

Animals and humans did not always respond to treatments in the same way, and Bruce would never use other tribe members for experiments, so he consistently tested everything on his own body.

The loss of his sire and brother had always stayed with Bruce, a/constant weight in his heart.

To everyone else, he was the respected shaman–gentle, composed, handling every situation with ease. But Donald could sense that this wasn’t the complete picture.

Whenever Bruce was by himself, he rarely smiled. He would gaze blankly into space, as if his spirit had drifted away from his body.

Just like when he sliced his own thigh. Even without anything to dull the pain, Bruce wouldn’t have thought twice about it. He had always been unsparing with himself.

“What’s going through your mind?” Bruce grabbed Donald’s face and gave him a forceful kiss. “I promise I’m okay. It’ll be better by tomorrow, and in a few days, the scar will have faded completely.”

Donald’s fists tightened, his eyes clouded. “That’s what you always say. You give me your word every time,

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and then this happens.”

The medicine was very potent. Bruce’s entire leg was numb. Still, he didn’t dare complain right then. He simply remained seated obediently, doing his best to look guilty and full of remorse.

When Zachary and Matthew came by with the food, they sensed that something wasn’t quite right, though they couldn’t identify exactly what it was.

Donald kept himself busy with tasks, while Bruce enthusiastically explained the properties of his new medicine.

Zachary was astonished that Bruce had created an anesthetic–and such a powerful one at that. He had been wanting to try crafting bows and arrows. If he could coat the arrowheads with this substance, hunting would become far more effective.

Although night had fallen, the moonlight provided enough illumination to see the path clearly.

After placing the food at the far end of the table, Donald lit a fire to prepare dinner. Meanwhile, Bruce’s leg had still not healed, and despite repeated attempts, he couldn’t manage to reach the plate.

Bruce was desperate to try the food. He snuck a glance at Donald, who was busy, and then used the wall for support as he shuffled forward little by little. Just as he was about to touch the edge of the plate, a large hand suddenly blocked his way.