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A Meng snatched the medicine packet from his hand. "I'll go make it. You sit and rest for a bit. Don't we need to tell anyone else?"

Jian Mo was indeed a little unsteady on her feet, so she casually found a tree stump in the open space and sat down. "No need, I'll be fine in a bit."

A Meng: "Then wait for me here. I'll come find you as soon as I've finished boiling the medicine. Just boil it for a little longer."

A Meng's father had injured his leg, and it was Jian Mo who treated him. Jane had also prescribed herbal medicine back then, A Meng had experience decocting medicine.

Jian Mo nodded. "Thank you for your hard work."

A Meng smiled and quickly went about his business.

Jian Mo sat on the tree stump for a while, but still felt a little tired, so she bent her knees, rested her head on her knees, and fell asleep.

The morning breeze was a bit chilly, and after falling asleep, he curled up.

He didn't know how long he had slept, but he felt someone touching his forehead.

He jolted awake, only to find Wu Jiong squatting in front of him, looking at him with concern and worry.

"I'm fine," Jian Mo said in a hoarse voice. "I'm probably just too tired these past few days, and my body is having a bit of a reaction. I'll take some medicine and get some sleep, and I'll be fine."

Wu Jiong touched his forehead with his lips. "I've never been out for this long before, it was my oversight."

Jian Mo held Wu Jiong's hand. "You're really alright."

Others had gathered around without us noticing.

"Jian Mo, why don't you stay here for a couple of days and rest properly?"

"Yes, Doctor Jian Mo, why don't you stay in our tribe for a couple more days and recover before you set off again?"

"Your fever is alarming; you can't walk any further. If you catch a chill on the way, it could cause serious trouble."

People tried to persuade him, including people from the Riverside Tribe, the Mengshui Tribe, and the Snow Foot Tribe.

Soon, A Meng brought the medicine over.

The medicine had cooled down a bit, Jian Mo picked it up, her hands trembling so much she could barely hold it.

Wu Jiong fed him the medicine with a spoon, very carefully.

Jian Mo couldn't bear the long, agonizing process of drinking the bitter and astringent medicine spoonful by spoonful. She picked up the bowl, made sure the medicine was only lukewarm, and then downed it in one gulp.

Jian Mo wanted to go with the group, but everyone's advice was very reasonable, and he didn't have the energy to argue with them all, so he agreed.

Wu Jiong wanted to stay and take care of him, and arranged for the people of the Riverside Tribe to follow the others.

The people of the Riverside Tribe were somewhat reluctant and wanted to stay.

Wu Jiong insisted that they set off according to the established itinerary and even asked Yun Long to help look after them.

The people of the Riverside Tribe could not disobey his orders, and eventually agreed.

Wu Jiong also said that he would catch up with the main group after Jian Mo recovered in a couple of days.

Everything was arranged on their end, Bei Ya insisted on staying to take care of Jian Mo.

Seeing Bei Ya's tired face, Jian Mo gently nudged Bei Ya, "It's okay, my partner will take care of me. It'll be easier for you to stay with the group."

Bei Ya: "I can brew medicine, and I can take turns with Chief Wu Jiong to take care of you, or you two, when he's tired."

Jian Mo smiled and said, "Wu Jiong is quite skilled at brewing medicine."

Bei Ya stubbornly insisted, "Let me stay. I'm not interested in caravans; it'll be good for you."

Jian Mo tried to persuade them a few times, but seeing that she couldn't convince them, she had no choice but to say, "Then you should stay here for two days and wait for us to set off together."

Bei Ya nodded happily and went back to talk to his companions.

The people of the Riverside Tribe were a little furious when they discovered that they couldn't stay, while Bei Ya and his companions were able to stay.

After being suppressed by Wu Jiong, Ban Ming and his group had no choice but to prepare to set off dejectedly.

After hearing that Jian Mo was ill, people from the Cypress Branch Tribe and Rain Rising Tribe rushed over and told the people from the Riverside Tribe that they would help take care of Jian Mo and that they shouldn't worry.

Jian Mo was surprised that so many people cared about her; she found it funny but also a little touching.

After a morning of fussing, the caravan was finally ready to depart.

Yun Long came to see Jian Mo and Wu Jiong before setting off. "Doctor Jian Mo, you two should rest and recuperate well in the Snow Foot Tribe. If you really can't keep up, don't chase after the caravan. We'll meet up with you when we get back. If you want to come out, you can come back next year. Your health is the most important thing."

Jian Mo: "Thank you."

After the main force left, Wu Jiong escorted Jian Mo back to his room to sleep.

Jiujiu noticed that Jian Mo was sick and refused to go out to play. Instead, she insisted on staying outside the stilted house where Jian Mo and the others were temporarily staying.

By noon, Jian Mo's fever had not subsided; in fact, it had gotten even higher.

Wu Jiong hurriedly went to brew new fever-reducing medicine, while the people of the Snow Foot Tribe specially cooked a soft and easily digestible fish porridge for Jian Mo, so that he could eat more and accumulate strength to recover.

The fish porridge from the Snow Foot Tribe is cooked until very soft and light, probably made with Pearl Rice.

Jian Mo forced himself to drink two mouthfuls, but he really had no appetite and couldn't drink anymore. He didn't want to waste the Snow Foot Tribe's kindness, and he didn't want Wu Jiong to see the leftover porridge and worry.

He pushed open the door, intending to take it to Jiujiu to drink.

Jiujiu was lying by the door. When he came out, it stared at him with its big eyes and let out a pitiful "Eek."

Jian Mo walked over, gently patted Jiujiu's head, and said, "Jiujiu, be good and finish this bowl of porridge for me."

The porridge had cooled down, Jian Mo Jiujiu open its mouth, intending to pour it into its mouth.

For the first time, Jiujiu wasn't craving food; she kept her mouth shut and refused to drink. "Eek."

Jian Mo said in a hoarse voice, "Sweetie, help me with this."

Jian Mo repeated it two or three times before Jiujiu finally seemed to understand, opening her mouth to let Jian Mo pour the porridge into her mouth.

Luckily, Jiujiu's mouth is big enough that pouring it in directly wasn't a problem.

Jian Mo was completely confused by the burnt food, didn't think of using a leaf or something to catch it before pouring it into Jiujiu's mouth.

After Jiujiu finished drinking, Jian Mo patted its head again. "Jiujiu is such a good boy."

Jiujiu understood what that meant, stood up, and Jian Mo against Jiujiu with its big head.