"The shamans of the Vine Tribe are also sick?"
"Is it such a coincidence?"
"The Akiye warriors came at the right time. If it had been earlier, we still wouldn't know how to save the shamans of the Teng tribe?"
"This is just the right time. By the way, did Wu seem to have said this to us before? It's better to come early than to come late?"
"Wrong, it's better to come early than to come well."
"Really? I don't think so from my memory..."
…
Qiuye originally thought that when everyone in the Qingque tribe heard that Hua Xuan was sick, they would immediately retreat and stay away, and even urge her to leave.
Qiuye is ready. If everyone in the Qingque tribe wants to drive her away, she will not leave no matter what she says. She pleads with the shaman of the Qingque tribe to save Hua Xuan, even if the shaman of the Qingque tribe agrees to any conditions.
Because in everyone’s impression, illness is contagious.
Qiuye brought the sick patient to the Qingque Tribe, which may cause some people in the Qingque Tribe to get sick. If you don't attack her immediately, it would be better to drive her away!
However, what Qiuye didn't expect was.
The rebuke and expulsion from the Qingque Tribe people did not come. Instead, a strange look appeared on the faces of the Qingque Tribe people.
While Qiuye was dazed, Yang Cheng stretched out his hands towards her:
"Let me see it."
Qiuye was startled again, because she found that no one of the totem warriors of the surrounding Qingque tribe stopped them, allowing their witches to contact the patients.
Yang Cheng urged: "Why are you standing there in a daze? Let me see how she is doing?"
"oh oh."
Qiuye reacted and carefully handed the Hua Xuan he was holding to Yang Cheng. After handing it over, he still held it up with both hands, for fear that Yang Cheng might not hold it firmly and Hua Xuan would fall to the ground.
But she was overly worried.
After Yang Cheng took Hua Xuan, he found that Hua Xuan was not heavy. Hua Xuan's body was small, and holding it in his hand was no different from holding a heavier orange cat.
Well, don't mention it, this is really a cat... a cat-eared girl.
It has tender white ears, a long white tail, and its palms are in the shape of cat paws, with small and cute fingers.
Hey, isn't she the little girl with little ears that I met at the exchange ceremony?
Yang Cheng still remembered clearly that this little cat-eared girl was very arrogant. Except when he could rub her cat ears when feeding her dried meat or fish, the rest of the time her hair would explode when touched.
I didn't expect that she was actually the witch of the Vine tribe. Qiuye hid her really well.
Thinking of this, Yang Cheng couldn't help but glance at Qiu Ye.
Qiuye looked anxious and was staring closely at Yang Cheng's movements. Seeing Yang Cheng looking at him, Qiuye asked doubtfully: "What's wrong, the shaman of the Qingque tribe?"
"nothing?"
Yang Cheng shook his head and began to observe Hua Xuan's condition in his arms.
Hua Xuan closed her eyes tightly, her face was pale, and the sweat on her forehead turned into small raindrops.
Yang Cheng tentatively touched Hua Xuan's forehead with his hand, and the next moment, he immediately retracted his hand.
"So hot!"
Yang Cheng was shocked to find that the temperature on Hua Xuan's forehead was actually much higher than the temperature on the slave's forehead yesterday.
With such a high temperature, people would have been unconscious for a long time and their lives would be in danger.
However, through his sense of witchcraft, Yang Cheng discovered that although Hua Xuan's fever was severe, the fluctuations in witchcraft were still there and her vitality was still there, and it had not dropped to the extreme.
This is obviously contrary to pathology.
Looking at Qiuye's anxious look, the Qingque Tribe was seven or eight days away from the Heteng Tribe at the speed of a ninth-grade totem warrior. It was obvious that Hua Xuan's fever had lasted for more than a day or two.
Yang Cheng asked: "How long has your witch been sick?"
"She got sick six sunsets ago." Qiuye said: "Two sunsets before she got sick, we saw if we could treat her. When we found that we couldn't treat her, I took her here on the third sunset. Didn’t stop.”
At this point, Qiuye paused and asked anxiously: "What, the shaman of the Qingque tribe, is there any problem with this?"
"There is a problem, it is too problematic." Yang Cheng lowered his head and muttered: "According to common sense, a person who has been sick for so long should have died long ago, and your witch..."
Qiuye's face tightened: "What happened to our witch?"
Hearing the panic in Qiuye's voice, Yang Cheng raised his head and said comfortingly: "Don't be too nervous, Qiuye warrior, this is actually a good thing. You have been able to endure the witch sickness for so long. I'll wait and see." There are benefits to therapy, too.”
Yang Cheng thought for a while and actually found out the reason.
If the cat-eared girl is any different from ordinary primitive people, it may be because she is a witch and has witchcraft power in her body.
The magic power is mysterious and mysterious. It is a unique element of this world. It cannot be deduced by common sense. It is most likely because the magic power helped the cat-eared girl resist the virus's invasion again.
After Yang Cheng finished speaking, he looked at Hua Xuan, who was tightly wrapped in animal skin, and his frown deepened.
If it weren't for the effect of witchcraft, the patient would be wrapped up like this in this summer, let alone being sick, even the mildest one would be able to produce a layer of prickly heat.
As Yang Cheng thought about it, he started to take off Hua Xuan's clothes.
"witch!"
Yan Lin and Xing saw this scene from the side and immediately became vigilant.
One raised his tiger ears, and the other raised his succubus-like tail.
Yang Cheng reacted and found that others were looking at him with strange eyes, almost all revealing the same kind of information——
Wu, it’s not good to do this in broad daylight.
Look at Qiuye again. The eyes on Qiuye's beautiful face are widened. Your eyebrows are furrowed and your mouth is pursed, as if you are holding back something.
Yang Cheng looked down and realized what Qiuye was holding back.
She clenched her pink fists tightly, resisting the urge to attack.
What are these guys thinking?
Yang Cheng twitched his lips, handed Hua Xuan in his hand to Yan Lin, and said, "Go, change her into clothes made of ramie cloth, and then put her in the bamboo house by the river."
"oh."
Yan Lin looked at Yang Cheng, as if she had successfully defended against some terrible demon. She looked excited and proud. She took Hua Xuan and started jumping with Xing, who was equally excited.
These two little girls must be taught a lesson tonight!
Seeing Yan Lin and Xing triumphantly walking away, Yang Cheng felt furious, then turned around and said to Hongya: "Hongya, you and a few others are going to get some more ice and herbs, I want to use them."
"yes."
Everyone present had seen how to use these two things yesterday, and no one had any doubts about it. A few people ran away with Hongya.
Only Qiuye stood there with his head dazed.
Clothes made of ramie? what is that?
And ice?
How could there be ice in such a hot season in this summer?
And what is that herb and what is it used for? Can it be eaten?
Qiuye's head was suddenly full of questions. It seemed that the shamans of the Qingque tribe had come up with other weird things after not seeing him this winter.
