Chapter 172: Chapter 172: Everyone Who Drank the Medicine Vomited

Nan Qinghuan reached out and hugged the iron‑eating beast, about to say she liked it, when suddenly a frantic sound of an animal running came from nearby.

Thump thump thump… Nan Qinghuan recognized the beast's sound, the three of them hurriedly looked behind, and when they saw the huge creature charging toward them, Nan Qinghuan frowned, "Is that Jingang?"

Youchao Xuan arrived—could the medicine be the problem? Not far away, Jingang, with Youchao Xuan on its back, rushed to them. When Jingang saw another small animal in the master's arms, the beast grew jealous and ran to Nan Qinghuan, trying to snatch the panda.

Nan Qinghuan quickly handed the little creature to Ying, reached out to stop Jingang's play, "Jingang, stop fooling around. Youchao Xuan, why are you here?"

Hearing the master forbid the mischief, Jingang finally set Youchao Xuan down. After getting down, Youchao Xuan hurriedly said, "Goddess, the medicine has been brewed, but it's of no use when they drink it."

"How could it be useless?"

It was high noon, the sun blazing.

"Qinghuan, you're finally back. Quickly see what to do; the tribe members all drank the medicine and vomited."

"Vomit? Let me see?"

Axi's wound had improved a lot under Nan Qinghuan's modern medicine, but their eczema was still untreated, and A Mu lay on the ground in pain, "Qinghuan, what's wrong with your medicine? We all vomited after drinking it."

"A Mu, don't worry, let me take a look."

The tribe placed all their hope on her; Nan Qinghuan hurriedly took A Mu's pulse, then examined the other tribe members, finally the child A Tu.

A Tu's vomiting and diarrhea were even more severe; the tiny bundle curled up in his mother's arms, looking utterly pitiful.

"Ou Mu, what's going on? Didn't they say the medicine would make us better? Why do we vomit after drinking it?"

"Don't panic, let Qinghuan have a good look. Dashan, send someone to look after them."

With Ying present, the tribe's emotions were soothed; after taking the pulse, Nan Qinghuan stepped back to Ying's side. Ying, seeing her furrowed brows, worried, "Qinghuan, what exactly is happening?"

Ying also feared the herbal medicine might be problematic, but he quickly dismissed it; Yao and Ashu wouldn't do that—they only made a Blood Oath last night.

Nan Qinghuan glanced at Ying without further comment, "Ying, you first tend to A Mu; Youchao Xuan, Axi, you two come with me."

As she spoke, Nan Qinghuan led the two to inspect the medicine residue, while Ying hurried to A Mu's side; A Mu's body and face were covered with eczema, making her very uncomfortable.

"Ying, let Qinghuan think of a solution; I'm in so much pain."

Ying clenched his teeth, reached out to rub A Mu's back, "A Mu, don't worry, Qinghuan can save you."

A Mu was about to speak when she suddenly saw… She stared at Ying in terror, "Ying, you've also developed it on your back; why didn't you say anything?"

A Mu had thought that Ying and Nan Qinghuan could avoid this illness, but unexpectedly Ying also contracted it. How could Qinghuan take him out to run around? Ying remained calm, a cold flash crossing his eyes; in fact he had noticed it a few days ago, so he had avoided being with Qinghuan these days, fearing she would notice and worry, and thus he endured it.

"A Mu, Qinghuan is already exhausted; I don't want her to worry about me. Rest assured, I believe she will definitely cure us, definitely."

Ying's eyes were full of trust in Nan Qinghuan; he believed in her.

A Mu felt that Ying seemed to have changed a lot; his temper was no longer as foul as before.

She quickly tilted her head and asked, "Ying, has your temper improved?"

Inside a cave of the tribe there was a dedicated place for brewing medicine; after Nan Qinghuan examined the medicine residue, she placed an untouched bowl of the medicine to her nose and inhaled lightly, and soon she identified the problem.

Sure enough!

Axi, seeing her both examining and sniffing the medicine anxiously, asked, "Qinghuan, what's the result? We brewed the medicine exactly according to your formula; why are we vomiting?"

Axi still felt very uncomfortable; her wound hadn't healed, the eczema was extremely itchy, and she tossed and turned each night, unable to sleep because of the itch.

It's so tormenting!

"Goddess, what have you discerned?"

Youchao Xuan was the calmest; he didn't have eczema, but he was anxious about the tribe's condition, though he knew panic was useless.

"Youchao Xuan, this pot of medicine was brewed under your watch, never left unattended?"

Youchao Xuan understood her meaning, furrowing his brows, "Goddess is saying …"

She quickly turned to Axi, "Axi, who has been here?"

Axi thought for a moment then shook her head, "No one's been here. No one has come. The tribe members have all felt unwell these past days and have been resting in the cave, sigh…"

"Yes, someone from Shiva's side came; A Hong came to prepare medicine for Shiva. I heard Shiva also got eczema and is now drinking medicine for treatment."

"Shiva?"

She curled her lips with an idea, "Then, you re‑brew this medicine in a new pot, keep that pot of medicine; I'll have use for it."

Upon hearing that, Youchao Xuan seemed to understand, "Goddess, I'll handle it."

That night, the tribe drank the herbal medicine that Nan Qinghuan personally supervised brewing; this time they didn't vomit, and instead their bodies weren't as itchy, and the red rashes seemed to have faded somewhat.

One must admit, these herbs are truly effective.

"Goddess, I'm no longer itchy, it feels good, so comfortable…"

Little A Tu, seeing Nan Qinghuan arrive, ran up and clung to her leg, looking adorably cute.

Nan Qinghuan quickly crouched, lifted A Tu, and affectionately kissed his face, "Little A Tu, you're comfortable now; you'll be able to sleep well tonight."

"Thank you, Ou Mu, Ou Mu, the medicine is the same; why do we vomit after drinking it?"

"Indeed, Qinghuan, what exactly is happening?"

A Mu, after drinking the medicine, felt much more comfortable; her body no longer itched, and she wasn't as miserable. She chatted with the tribe for a while and ate a sweet potato.

Nan Qinghuan was about to say something when Ying's voice came from behind.

"Qinghuan"

"Ying"

Ying stepped forward, wrapped his arms around her waist, and kissed her forehead in front of everyone; this was his way of showing affection, and his tribe members were already accustomed to it.

Nan Qinghuan used to be quite shy, but after a long time she'd grown thick‑skinned and no longer felt embarrassed.

"Ying, A Mu and the others are much better; this medicine can cure them, and in a few days they'll all be fine."

"A Mu, still itchy?"

"Ying, don't worry about me. Qinghuan, how did you tend to Ying? He also got eczema; have you given him medicine?"

A Mu cared about her son's illness; the fool fell ill yet kept silent, apparently because he feared Nan Qinghuan would worry about him—how foolish.

Hearing A Mu's words, Nan Qinghuan was startled, "Ying also got eczema?"

Nan Qinghuan inhaled a cool breath, then lifted her eyes to look at him, "Ying, when did you get it that I didn't know?"

She thought it over carefully; in the past few nights he hadn't bothered her, and even when sleeping he didn't take off his Hemp Robe, so she assumed he was just tired and didn't want that thing, but it turned out… he was afraid that if she saw him he would also have eczema—this man really… Ying, a little embarrassed, forced out a faint smile, "It's nothing, Qinghuan, I'm fine."

Nan Qinghuan felt pained, grabbed his arm, "How could it be nothing? Come back with me to the Cave and I'll take a look, go, let's go now."