"Are you... Captain? There's a kind of grass with heart-shaped leaves. Its flowers are white, tiny clusters, and once the leaves grow in, they spread everywhere and can reach half a person's height."
"Gwen, sit up now and eat that grass. You can eat it raw."
"Huh?"
Gwen opened her eyes in confusion.
Ken jumped excitedly from his chair when he heard that. "Mr. Jeremiah, is that some kind of medicinal herb? Can it cure that little girl?"
Jeremiah glanced at him and snorted. "How could it be such a coincidence? It's just an ordinary wild vegetable. Eating it can fill her stomach so she won't starve to death right away."
After a pause, he spoke again in a low voice. "That little girl might not be sick at all. She's just been hungry for too long. When people grow weak, they always come down with all sorts of illnesses. A few full meals, even a bowl of hot soup, could save her. But..."
He suddenly fell silent, then glared at Ken. "Don't you have some kind of handbook? Go get it."
Ken's eyes lit up. Theus had once written down some basic methods for treating illnesses and mentioned them during his lessons. Ken had brought it along while packing up the teaching materials, and he had even treated sailors with it before.
"I'll go find it right away!"
Gwen struggled to sit up. Her vision was going dark, and she felt weak.
Someone had spoken to her in her mind just now, but she was not all that surprised. She often imagined that she had many friends who cared about her and helped her find food. Though she had never seen them, those friends were still what kept her going.
Now, there were simply a few new friends. People