He extended his claws and gently pinched the young one with two slender fingers.
He lifted the little green dragon, which was constantly struggling and biting his claws and toes, carefully set it aside, and let out a calming roar.
By this time, the two sisters—Karl, Geralt, Yennefer, Dorregaray, and Nadia—had also arrived, but Nidalmer did not follow them.
He had left the crowd with a grim face and ran off into the distance to check on and tend to the injured from the nearly decimated dragon hunting team.
Geralt crouched down and carefully observed the green dragon's condition.
It lay paralyzed on the ground, breathing heavily, its eyes vacant, clearly weak.
Geralt's gaze focused on studying its pupils and its slightly exposed tongue.
As a result, he found that its pupils were dim, losing their emerald luster, and the coating on its tongue was also covered with black lines.
"These are symptoms of poisoning, and the toxin is very strong and has penetrated deep into the body." Geralt stood up and said to everyone.
"I don't have the ready-made herbs to make an antidote, and..." He glanced at the green dragon's massive body and didn't continue.
But everyone understood what he meant; given the green dragon's size, even if they could find the appropriate antidote,
the required dosage would be enormous, and it would be impossible to procure in a short time.
Geralt turned his head and looked at the two sorcerers in the group: "Yen, Dorregaray, you are sorcerers. Is there any way to cure this with spells? Or to detoxify it?"
Yennefer looked at the green dragon's incomparably weak state, then glanced at the little dragon that was still instinctively trying to bite the golden dragon's heel.
She sighed softly and shook her head: "Sorry, Geralt. Spells are not omnipotent; healing can only treat wounds."
"The effect is very limited against complex toxins that have already penetrated the blood and organs, or against diseases."
Dorregaray also frowned, slowly shook his head, and added: "Miss Yennefer is right."
"To expel this strong toxin, you would need a targeted detoxification agent or its own powerful metabolic ability."
"Forcibly flushing it with magic could accelerate its exhaustion."
Borch listened quietly from the side, not making a sound. He himself knew healing spells.
But the situation was just as the two sorcerers had said, equally helpless against the poison in Myrgtabrakke's system.
His tail unconsciously twitched frequently, revealing his inner anxiety and worry.
Karl stood to the side; his clairvoyance had already scanned the green dragon's interior.
Its heart was beating weakly, its lungs' respiratory efficiency was reduced, and remnants of undigested animals with strong toxic reactions remained in its stomach...
All organs showed signs of failure to some extent.
But upon closer inspection, this failure did not appear to be permanent damage.
It was more like consuming an excessive amount of poison, effective against dragons or large creatures, over a short period.
As a result, the body's detoxification organs were overwhelmed and couldn't fully metabolize and expel the toxins in time, leading to a temporary decline in systemic function.
"It's just that the poisoning is too deep, and the body needs time to slowly recover and detoxify." Karl knew this in his heart.
"As long as the detoxification process goes well, it can recover on its own."
After assessing the severity of the symptoms and condition, Karl suddenly cleared his throat slightly, drawing the attention of everyone present.
A light, elusive smile on his face, he said: "Everyone, I have carefully observed his condition."
"Now, there are two pieces of news—one good, one bad. Which one do you want to hear first?"
Still joking? Borch immediately turned his head, his dragon pupils fixed on Karl, and urged eagerly: "Tell me the good news first!"
Geralt and Yennefer also focused their gaze on Karl and nodded.
Karl shrugged and slowly said under the expectant gazes of several people and the dragon: "The good news is that he will definitely not die from this poisoning."
Dorregaray's face had just shown a slight relief when he then asked anxiously: "Then... what about the bad news?"
The corners of Karl's mouth lifted, a playful smile appeared, and he continued: "The bad news is that... he might starve to death."
An ominous silence fell over the scene.
Geralt had no expression, just silently looked at Karl with his cat-like eyes, as if saying, "I knew this was coming."
Yennefer, Dorregaray, the two sisters, Tia, and Via seemed to have several black lines appear on their foreheads simultaneously.
Their cheek muscles twitched slightly—what kind of bad news was that?!
Borch had been on edge, thinking he would hear some unacceptable bad news, but Karl came with such a funny joke.
He choked on his breath, suddenly coughed, and even a few suppressed sparks burst from his mouth.
After the joke, seeing the speechless faces of everyone and the dragon, Karl gradually became serious.
He spoke again, his voice grave: "You won't be able to hunt for long, and you will need careful care."
"This is indeed a tedious and energy-consuming task, especially before the toxin is completely eliminated."
"It could take up to half a month, maybe longer..."
However, before Karl could finish, he was suddenly interrupted by Borch.
"I will take care of him! I am the only one of my kind who understands his habits and can protect him until he recovers!" Borch's voice was resolute.
As he spoke, he even subconsciously straightened up, still with his wounded but not serious chest, his body swaying before the weak green dragon's eyes.
His golden scales, shining again, glinted in the sunlight faintly penetrating from the cave top.
Borch seemed to be showing that he was strong, reliable, and... charming?
Karl opened his mouth and looked at the courtship, almost like a "peacock spreading its tail," and was momentarily speechless.
Geralt's eyes darted between the golden dragon and Karl, an inexplicable and strange expression on his face, as if he were stifling a laugh.
Karl helplessly held his forehead, sighed, and said: "...If you want to court someone, find a suitable time and place to show off later. For now, let's get down to business."
With that, without waiting for Borch's response, Karl raised his right hand.
A warm, pure golden light quickly coalesced in his palm, as if holding a miniature, shrinking sun.
He gently waved it towards Borch and the green dragon that had fallen to the ground.
A soft golden stream of light, filled with majestic life energy, swept over the two massive dragon bodies in an instant.
The recently scabbed-over and not yet fully healed wound on Borch's chest quickly grew and healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.