Chapter 514: Preparing Fever‑Reducing Patches for the Children

"May?"

Jiguang watched her every move, and not to mention, today Nan Qinghuan's impression of her really changed; in her eyes, any improvement here is all Nan Qinghuan's credit.

Nan Qinghuan nodded, "Exactly, in May you'll see a verdant expanse, Jiguang. Once this place develops, your days with Rongdi will keep getting better."

She hadn't expected that Jiguang, after arriving here, first became the leader of the Giant Tribe, and now married Rongdi; whatever she does seems to end happily.

She came here with nothing, a self‑made person.

Hearing that, Jiguang was delighted, smiling, "Alright, stop praising me. I'm actually quite interested in you now. What's the deal with the animal, why is it so obedient, and what key is your flute in?"

Nan Qinghuan didn't want to hide it from her and was about to speak when, all of a sudden, Ayina's voice came from not far away.

"Goddess, Goddess"

"Ayina, what's wrong?"

"Someone just came saying the baby has a fever and is spitting up milk; you should go back and check, okay?"

"What, the child has a fever?"

Dusk hung low, and a bright moon rose high in the clouds.

When Nan Qinghuan and Jiguang rushed back, the Elder arrived in a hurry, "Ah, you finally returned. The child is ill, won't eat and keeps spitting up milk; take a look and see what's wrong."

"Elder, don't worry, I'll go check."

Nan Qinghuan, being a doctor, hurried into her own dwelling; Youchao Xuan was already there. The one with the fever was her son Beibei, who kept crying, a sound that broke the heart.

"Youchao Xuan"

Youchao Xuan, hearing she had returned, sprang up, looking rather helpless, "Goddess, you're back. Beibei has been spitting up milk and feels uncomfortable, and also has a fever."

"Beibei, where's Mengmeng?"

"Mengmeng is the same; the twins share the same symptoms. They're both feverish, but the children are so young I don't know how to medicate. Goddess, what should we do?"

The children cried loudly, their little faces scrunched up. Nan Qinghuan felt her heart sink; one child cried while the other also wailed, and suddenly the Tulou was filled with the sound of their cries.

"Beibei, stop crying, stop crying."

Nan Qinghuan held the child, helplessly familiar, the baby was only a few days old—how does one reduce a fever in the Remote Antiquity Era? Jiguang also found it troublesome; she examined her daughter Mengmeng, then looked at Nan Qinghuan, "It's a hassle; the children are too young. Youchao Xuan, what medicine do you use here for fevers?"

Youchao Xuan sighed helplessly, glanced at the Elder and shook his head, "Children in our Tribe are generally healthy; they don't get fevers at such a young age. Usually we give Herbal Medicine, but how can a baby that young take it?"

"Oh, Qinghuan, don't worry; there's another way. Your A Mu has already gone to look for medicine and will be back soon to try it."

"Elder, what medicine is A Mu looking for?"

The Elder quickly explained, A Mu went to find a Remote Antiquity Era plant called Masari—yes, that's the name. It's said to be a flower that blooms now; after picking it, its juice is squeezed into the child's mouth to reduce fever, but A Mu hasn't returned yet.

This made Nan Qinghuan very worried.

The Elder was also worried, and when Nan Qinghuan heard it was to be harvested from a cliff, she was even more stunned.

"What, on a cliff?"

"Well, that thing only grows on cliffs. Since you're not at home, I have no choice but to let her try."

"Jiguang, go help me bring A Mu back; meanwhile, Youchao Xuan, watch the children for me while I step out."

"Goddess, where are you going?"

Nan Qinghuan realized there was no other way; she could only turn to the Space Mall.

Fortunately the place had everything, including fever‑reducing belly patches for children; the only catch was needing beans to purchase them. She had painstakingly saved some beans, and now she spent them all on the fever medicine and the children's other meds.

When she finished shopping and came out, Youchao Xuan was still looking after the children, which truly moved Nan Qinghuan.

"Youchao Xuan, help me open the children's clothes."

Youchao Xuan hadn't expected her to return so quickly, but upon seeing what she held, his head was covered in misty water.

"Goddess, what is this?"

"It's a fever‑reducing belly‑muscle patch; just stick it on the child and the fever goes down. As for the spitting up, it's from overeating or possibly an improper holding method."

Youchao Xuan, as if hearing a Heavenly Book, though he didn't understand the uselessness of what she said, complied. Quickly, both children's bellies were covered with the patches; Mengmeng soon stopped crying, the fever subsided and the child fell into a deep sleep, while only Beibei kept wailing. Nan Qinghuan gently patted the child's back to help the milk flow, realizing for the first time how hard caring for a child truly is.

The two children will be a great hardship for her and Ying.

But, no matter how hard, it's worth it.

Youchao Xuan, seeing the children stop crying, hurried to check them, and when he discovered they truly no longer had fevers, he was astonished.

"No fever now, Goddess, really no fever."

"Yes, this thing has a miraculous effect on the children. When I have time, I'll study it to see if we can make a Remote Antiquity Era fever‑reduction remedy so other children can benefit."

"A Remote Antiquity Era fever‑reduction remedy?"

Youchao Xuan naturally didn't know how to make it, but he still admired Nan Qinghuan. Where did she find so many things never seen before? Soon, Beibei finally calmed down and fell asleep. The Elder, seeing the children no longer crying and now sleeping, finally breathed a sigh of relief, "Qinghuan, your medical skill is truly amazing. I was so anxious, fearing something with the child. You and Ying have been fighting outside for the tribe's happy life, while I and A Mu couldn't even care for the children properly. We truly feel indebted to you both."

The Elder felt quite embarrassed; in her view, the good food, comfortable living, and fun she now enjoys are all thanks to Nan Qinghuan and Ying, so she is very fond of their children and naturally tends to them meticulously, yet she never imagined the child would get a fever.

She blamed herself for not having dressed the child properly earlier.

Nan Qinghuan felt a sting at the tip of her nose, stepped forward and grasped the Elder's hand; she saw the Elder had aged greatly, both hands withered like old tree vines.

They felt a bit prickly to the touch.

"Elder, you shouldn't say that. My husband and I are very grateful to you and A Mu for looking after our children; with you caring for them, Ying and I feel at ease."