We made you the chief, and now you've become the world's chief?

Chapter 109 The Wise Man is Sick?

All the young children had their internal organs removed, while the adults were all killed, their corpses lying like weeds.

The area in front of the cave of the Ba tribe had become a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood!
"Uh ah ah!"

Fear drove Babo to lose all reason; all he wanted to do was run.

Babo scrambled back, not knowing where he was going, he just knew he had to run!

Extreme fear made Babo unsteady on his feet as he ran, stumbling through the woods and crashing into a sail tree he had stopped in not long before.

The dried, salted black carp strings hanging on straw ropes fell to the ground...

After running all the way, Babo arrived at the riverbank. Looking at the river, he suddenly thought of the wooden boat!

Xia Tribe!
Babo seemed to have found a direction to live. He ran wildly again, but no longer because of fear that made him lose his footing.

The heavy breathing gradually subsided, and the body had fully adapted to the frenzied secretion of adrenaline.

He passed a landmark on the riverbank but saw no boat.

Similarly, they didn't know where the tribe was located and couldn't contact them.

After thinking for a moment, Babo continued running.

When he reached the next landmark, he still didn't see the boat, but he did see a few people who had just disembarked and were walking into the woods.

“Tell your tribe that something terrible is coming from where the floodwaters fell! Go to the Xia tribe, or you will all die.”

These people were completely confused after hearing this.

They were also afraid of something terrible, but they didn't want to go to the Xia tribe.

They are already very satisfied that they can now exchange meat from the Xia tribe.

In their view, there was no reason to migrate to the Xia tribe.

Babo didn't try to dissuade him further; he wanted to catch up with the boat and tell the Xia tribe the news.

They then continued running along the riverbank.

This time, he finally saw the ship, but he had been running for too long and was too tired; his body was exhausted.

If he misses this opportunity now, he will never catch up with it again.

He kept running, but his speed was no longer enough. As the shadow of the ship grew farther and farther away, Babo let out a hoarse roar from his dry throat.

"There's something terrible happening! Where the floodwaters have fallen!"

Then, Babo fell heavily to the ground, completely exhausted, leaving him unable to move.

In a moment of hazy reverie, I watched as a boat's silhouette drew ever closer amidst the shimmering light of the setting sun on the river...

……

……

……

Xia Minghao looked at the thermometer he took out of the medical kit and shook it.

Then it was stuffed directly under the armpit of the old man who was in a deep sleep.

He reached out and touched the "wise man's" forehead, feeling a burning sensation.

I took off my mask and wiped my hands with alcohol wipes.

Xia Minghao stroked his chin, quietly waiting for the thermometer reading.

High fever... 38 degrees Celsius.

Xia Minghao wiped the thermometer in his hand again with the alcohol wipe he had just used, and then looked at the wise man again.

To be honest, based on my own life experience, this old man probably doesn't have some incurable disease; he just has a high fever.

Moreover, based on the information Damon provided, the symptoms likely started after the last heavy rain. It began as a minor ailment but gradually worsened over time.

It may have started as a minor cold, but it escalated into a high fever like this.

Xia Minghao rummaged through the medicine box, intending to take out Sanjiu Cold Remedy, but ultimately ended up taking out Paracetamol.

I put the Sanjiu Cold Relief in myself at the time, while the Paracetamol was already in the first-aid kit.

If you want to bring down a high fever quickly, this is the most effective thing to do.

Let's just let this old man use it. After all, the reason why the negotiations for the Xia tribe, which brought about two major benefits, were so successful so quickly was entirely due to this old man's decision.

Otherwise, negotiating with the wise man's son, Damon, the current leader of the Da tribe, would certainly cause a lot of trouble.

Just as he was about to take out a strip of paracetamol and pick out a pill, Xia Minghao suddenly saw a colorful thing.

It immediately stirred up his memories.

I bought that before going to Ailao Mountain, when I was traveling in Dali, the romantic city in Yunnan...

I thought I might actually have a romantic encounter, but then I bought this three-pack of "matcha flavor" ones, the thinnest kind, and never used them at all.

I ended up just stuffing it into the first-aid kit, and I almost forgot about it if I hadn't opened it today.

"Good stuff. It wouldn't be appropriate to just play those positions with Dali. Perfect, I can do it three times without worry."

After using it three times, Xia Minghao felt that it was about time to stop worrying.

By then, the Xia tribe would have undergone a complete transformation, and he could finally relax and start having children. Without worrying about it for the time being, Xia Minghao took out a tablet of paracetamol.

At the same time, a ceramic bowl filled with water was brought over, ready to be poured down the throat of the unconscious sage.

Unexpectedly, the moment the paracetamol touched the wise man's lips, his weak eyelids lifted slightly.

"Hey, you're awake. Perfect timing. Rinse this down, rinse it, you know, just go with the water."

Xia Minghao demonstrated for the wise man, and then tried to put the pill into the old man's mouth again.

At that moment, the wise man's weak voice suddenly rang out.

"I...cough cough...I'm dying."

"I can feel my death."

Seeing the wise man's expression, Xia Minghao felt a little amused.

"You won't die, you'll be fine after eating this, eat it quickly."

But the wise man shook his head, staring blankly at the roof of the wooden house, his eyes filled with turbidity.

……

Outside, Damon was waiting anxiously.

When he heard the Xia tribe chief say that he could make his father, the spiritual leader and wise man of the Da tribe, immortal, Damon was overjoyed.

But as time went by, his feelings have now turned into anxiety.

But he dared not go inside to see what was happening to his father.

Because the Xia tribe chief said, "We must provide the patient with a quiet environment."

Damon didn't understand what it meant, but he still chose to wait obediently outside.

Just then, they suddenly heard footsteps coming from afar.

"Wolfskin, what are you doing here?"

Wolfskin's eyes held a hint of indifference as he looked at Damon and spoke calmly.

"Is the Xia tribe chief inside?"

Damon looked at the wolf pelt. He didn't know why, but ever since he sent Dali to the Xia tribe, the wolf pelt had turned into this state.

"Yes, the Xia tribe chief said that it can make the wise live."

"The wise man spoke of what happens after death."

Wolfskin's voice rang out again.

Damon was taken aback.

Because he was worried about the wise man's health, Damon had indeed forgotten what the wise man had once said.

Now, thanks to the wolf skin's reminder, Damon finally remembered.

That was a demand that Damon found hard to accept, but he still decided that he must carry it out after the wise man died.

But now, what puzzles Damon is how Wolfskin knew this.

"Wolfskin? How did you know?"

Wolfskin did not answer, but turned and left. Only after he had gone far away did he turn back and glance at the wooden house.

His gaze seemed to try to penetrate the wooden house and see the Xia tribe chief inside.

……

……

……

"Sigh, I give up. Didn't I tell you, if you eat this, you won't die?"

I tried to persuade him for a long time, but the old man still refused to eat.

Xia Minghao was at his wit's end.

Is this what you call a wise man? Is this what you call wisdom?
"If you don't eat, I'm telling you, you really might die."

Xia Minghao picked up the pills again, about to put them into the wise man's mouth.

Suddenly, the wise man's gaze fell on Xia Minghao, and for a moment it became bright and alert.

"After I die, my son won't be able to make things better for the Da tribe, no one can..."

“I will die. Once I die, you will be the new sage of the Da tribe.”

"The Da tribe will become the Da clan, and will become a clan of the Xia tribe."

“You have wisdom, far more wisdom than I do. You should… lead the Da tribe forward.”

As soon as he finished speaking, Xia Minghao's hand holding the pills stopped abruptly, and then he slowly withdrew it.

The wise man's words still echoed in Xia Minghao's mind.

As soon as this wise man dies, the Da tribe can immediately become part of the Xia tribe...

(End of this chapter)