Chapter 124 Touch my breas

**Elizabeth's POV** * I could sense they were all werewolves. But I couldn't tell what race of wolves they were, and obviously, they weren't giant or winged wolves. Unfortunately, they were all badly wounded, and their bodies were covered with blood. Judging from the color of the blood, they just had an accident not long ago. I tested their breathing and heartbeats one by one, and almost all of those I checked were already dead. Did they accidentally fall down the valley from above? Poor boys. This has almost no chance of survival. I had given up on checking the heartbeat of the last boy, but, to my surprise, his fingers moved. This boy is still alive! I instantly put my finger under his nose. He is still breathing. I hurriedly searched for the herbs I kept on me. I remembered I had herbs that would stop the bleeding. Finally, I found it. I should grind the herbs into powder and fed them to him, but there was no grinding utensil there. Saving lives is urgent. I hurriedly pu