Dalang, Time to Take Your Medicine

One month later, inside the rented room.

Dugu Qing slightly modified the Fire Magic and Ice Magic, using Fire Magic when it was cold Ice Magic when it was hot... to neutralize the temperature, and finally managed to develop a preliminary Air-Conditioning Magic.

Wearing only a single layer of clothing on a freezing day, running through the snow felt like being back in the height of summer.

Fern looked at the lengthy theories in his notebook and reluctantly put it down.

For the sake of beauty, he even went so far as to study a form of magic.

In Fern's memory, only Dugu Qing could have done that...

In the tavern, Sein struggles to make a choice after a night of heavy drinking.

Continue the adventure, search for the gorilla—he wants them all!

A few days later, the cold wave ended and the heavy snow stopped.

Sein proactively approached Dugu Qing, Frieren, Fern, and Stark, proposing a temporary separation, promising to rejoin the team once he had found a friend.

No one objected.

In the team, Dugu Qing also possesses healing magic, Sein's temporary departure has little impact.

The group parted ways in front of a large bridge.

Sein turned and left, walking through the snow.

As he walked alone, he recalled the scenes after he met Frieren and Dugu Qing; although noisy, they were also exceptionally fulfilling.

The thought that he would never see Tsunade again caused a dull ache in his heart.

He jogged towards Tia, eager to find the gorilla and return to the adventure team.

"Dugu Qing, Frieren, you mustn't rush to resolve this world-destroying calamity! I'll be back soon."

He ran with all his might, disappearing into the world Sein the speed of light.

Dugu Qing, Stark, Frieren, Fern followed the path.

We climbed the Oufen Mountains and camped out on the hillside for the night.

The next day, inside the crude shelter, the magical flames had long since died out.

Frieren curled up in bed, shivering.

Fern hugged the blanket, her face slightly flushed and her forehead hot.

Dugu Qing slowly awoke and, seeing that the magical flames had gone out, cast a spell again to reignite them.

Put the leftover hot pot from last night on the fire, add snow, cured meat, vegetables, etc.

The hot pot is bubbling away, the red oil and sauce are rich and flavorful, it's ready to eat.

Dugu Qing turned around, somewhat puzzled.

At this time of day, Fern would usually wake up early; why is she still sleeping today?

He reached out and placed his fingers on Fern's forehead, feeling an astonishing warmth emanating from her skin.

Do you have a fever?

Dugu Qing took out the Holy Scripture, turned to the page on treating fever, and gently cast a spell to cure the fever.

The magic on her fingers transformed into green life energy, which entered Fern's body.

Fern felt warm and comfortable, her high fever quickly subsided, and she recovered her health.

"Hah~"

Half asleep, Fern felt a tickle in his throat and couldn't help sneezing.

Dugu Qing Qingqiong's nose twitched slightly, and the vitality in her body receded like a tide. Her slender waist went limp, her energy and spirit were drained, and her eyelids grew heavier and heavier.

Everything became indifferent. He closed his eyes, lay down on the blanket, and drifted off to sleep.

Fern got up, checked the surroundings, covered Dugu Qing with a blanket, and ate a simple meal.

A moment later, Frieren and Stark also woke up.

Fern touched Dugu Qing's forehead, his eyes red and his voice trembling.

"Ms. Frieren, Dugu Qing seems to have a fever."

Frieren stepped out of the warm bed, placed her hand on Dugu Qing's face, and sighed helplessly.

"There's no other way but to wake Dugu Qing up and let him use his healing magic on himself."

Fern stopped Frieren, "But he's sleeping! Wouldn't it be bad to wake him...?"

With a stern face, Stark stepped forward and placed his hand on Dugu Qing's face.

Dugu Qing was woken up by the ice, glanced at Stark, rolled her eyes, and went back to sleep, hugging her warm quilt.

Yeah, the bed is still the warmest and most comfortable. Nobody should bother me.

Even the end of the world wouldn't do...

What do we do now?

Dugu Qing is now the only one in the team who knows healing magic. With him falling ill, Stark doesn't know how to deal with the virus.

Let's collect herbs!

Frieren picked up the Holy Scripture and examined Dugu Qing's symptoms, discovering that he only had a fever, and readily gave the answer.

The group divided the work and cooperated.

Fern carried Dugu Qing on his back and walked down the mountain to the village, where he rented a warm house and took care of Dugu Qing.

Frieren and Stark strolled through the snow-covered mountains, gathering herbs and quickly collected all the herbs they needed.

The night was hazy in the rented room where I was temporarily staying.

Frieren poured water into the huge green cauldron, added mushrooms from the roots of the Ice-Pillar Cherry Tree, Ice Cherry Mushrooms, Green Frost Grass, and Clear Cloud Root...

The fire blazed fiercely, and the medicinal herbs inside the cauldron quickly blended with the water, turning into a dark green medicinal soup that bubbled and boiled.

Frieren had a sudden inspiration. She poured the leftover candy from the jar, closed her eyes, and patiently stirred it.

Under the pitch-black night, the medicine cauldron bubbled with eerie green light. Frieren muttered strange words, a slight smile playing on her lips, as if she were plotting something extraordinary.

"She looks like a witch, how terrifying."

Fern and Stark were horrified, shrinking their necks back into their collars.

The fire continued to burn, condensing a large pot of medicinal herbs into a bowl of medicinal soup.

Frieren scooped out the herbal essence and presented it to Dugu Qing.

"Big brother, it's time to take your medicine."

Dugu Qing, half asleep and half awake, almost bit her tongue when she heard those words.

No, I was just taking a nap, what did I do then?

I haven't time-traveled again, have I?!

He opened his eyes and saw that Frieren Fern was still there, and immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

"Dugu Qing, take your medicine quickly! This medicine was made with great difficulty by me and Frieren."

Stark patiently urged him on.

The food made by Frieren! It must taste "exquisite." I wonder if Dugu Qing, who is used to gourmet food, will explode on the spot after drinking the dark potion...

That's something to look forward to.

Dugu Qing glanced at the medicine bowl and nodded gently.

Frieren scooped out a spoonful of green soup and fed it to Dugu Qing.

Dugu Qing took a small bite, and a strange taste came from his taste buds. He turned over, buried his head in the quilt, and no longer wanted to take the medicine.

"Huh? Eat! Why aren't you eating?"

Frieren's eyes gleamed with attraction as she strangely put down her bowl.

"It's too bitter, I don't want to eat it."

Dugu Qing preferred to wait until she felt better and use healing magic herself rather than take medicine.

"Don't be afraid of the bitterness, I will take good care of you. After you get better, I will definitely cook you delicious food. Be good, drink this bowl of medicine!"

Frieren gently held Dugu Qing's slender hand like an older sister, radiating a sun-like glow.

Dugu Qing's palms felt warm, and her porcelain-white face regained its rosy hue.

"Is the food that Frieren makes really safe to eat?"

Stark pursed his lips and closed his eyes in disgust.

He had eaten food made by Frieren before, and almost got poisoned...

"Dugu Qing, I know, you must find it too bitter, right?"

Fern walked to the other side of the bed, gazed at Dugu Qing, and magically produced a plate of frozen lychees.

Dugu Qing's mouth opened slightly, "Lychees!"

It's unbelievable to see lychees in the dead of winter. This world of magic is truly full of miracles.