Volume One, Chapter Two Hundred and Ninety-Six
The next day, Zhao Fu followed Xue Luo to a tribe.
A round-faced young man with short hair came out to greet them, saying with a smile, "Xue Luo, I never expected you to come!"
Xue Luo said, "I heard someone in your tribe had contracted a strange illness, so I came to take a look."
The short-haired youth said with a smile, "I thought the steward had forgotten about this. Come with me—I'll take you to see them."
Xue Luo glanced at Zhao Fu and nodded with a smile.
When they arrived at a tent, Zhao Fu looked at the patients lying on the sickbeds and revealed a faint smile. Their bodies were covered in a layer of frost; these were the patients he had been looking for.
The short-haired youth asked, "Do you have a way to cure them?"
Seeing Zhao Fu's smile, Xue Luo asked, "Are these the patients you were looking for?"
Zhao Fu nodded. With a wave of his hand, a vast force drove the blue aura out of the patients' bodies, and their condition immediately improved.
The short-haired youth was somewhat surprised. "What kind of illness did they contract?"
Zhao Fu did not answer, instead asking, "When did they fall ill?"
The short-haired youth replied, "Ten days ago!"
Zhao Fu said with a smile, "It's fine now. Let's go!"
Xue Luo nodded with a smile.
Looking at Xue Luo, the short-haired youth said, "Don't be in such a hurry to leave. Stay in our tribe a while longer so I can properly entertain you."
Xue Luo looked at Zhao Fu.
Zhao Fu shook his head.
Xue Luo said with a smile, "There's no need. We still have matters to attend to when we return."
The short-haired youth