The boy who just woke up was still a little dazed. Hearing his father's cry, he looked at a loss, and finally set his curious eyes on Xi Yue.
That's right, the people who came were naturally Xi Yue and Unknown, and the little red bird stayed beside the unconscious Xiao Nuo to guard him.
As soon as the little boy saw Xi Yue, his big round eyes immediately widened. Although his voice was hoarse and weak, he was full of admiration, "Big sister, you...you are so beautiful! You are even more beautiful than a goddess!"
However, Ku Lun suddenly came back to his senses, knelt down in front of Xi Yue, kowtowed and said, "Thank you, Goddess, for saving my child's life!"
Xi Yue said helplessly: "Your son didn't die originally, he was just in shock. The way I saved him is not a magic skill, it's just cardiopulmonary resuscitation."
Cu Lun and the little boy Lin Qi stared blankly at Xi Yue with blank expressions. What is shock? What is CPR? A kind of magical skill
Xi Yue didn't pay attention to the reaction of the two father and son, but said with a slightly dignified expression: "Shock is not a big problem. The most serious problem is that this child has malaria, and it has entered the third stage. If it is not treated, I'm afraid This time he will truly die."
"Malaria?" Cullen looked surprised and bewildered. What is that
But the little boy suddenly grabbed Xi Yue's hand, and said with difficulty: "Sister Goddess, you mean, I... am I sick? Isn't it a punishment from the gods?"
Xi Yue sneered, "Punishment from the gods? Tsk tsk, sure enough, there are gods who say such things in every period, and they are believed."
Such rhetoric, whether in the cultivation world or the real world, is the greatest insult to doctors, and it is tantamount to completely negating the efforts and value of doctors.
The little boy's eyes lit up, he held Xi Yue's hand tightly, and said in a trembling voice, "Sister Goddess, can I survive? Can everyone in our clan survive?"
Before Xi Yue could speak, Cullen shook his head and said, "Impossible, this must be the punishment of God Pancha. Otherwise, how could so many people suffer from the same disease, and not only our tribe, but many others People from other tribes died one by one. The gods must be angry at our disrespect, so they brought down natural disasters... "
"Why do so many people get the same disease?" Xi Yue restrained her sneer, and said in a deep voice, "Because malaria is an infectious disease, no matter if people in contact with each other eat the same food or drink the same water, as long as If one person gets the disease, other people will have a high chance of getting the same disease if their resistance is not strong enough."
Cullen still had a look of disbelief, but the little boy stood up staggeringly, kneeling in front of Xi Yue, "Sister Goddess, I don't know what a disease is, but you can cure us, right?"
"It's like, just now Qi'er felt cold and sad, and Ma Shange was about to die, but suddenly felt the call of a force, and then came back to life."
"Sister Goddess, if you can save the people in our tribe, Qi'er is willing to work for you for the rest of her life."
Before Xi Yue could speak, Xiao Nuo's familiar voice suddenly came from behind, "Master, you... can you really save our tribe?"
"Little Nuo!!" Cullen exclaimed, looking in disbelief at the little girl walking in the dark.
Their entire tribe went crazy looking for this little girl, but they didn't expect her to appear here.