I want to be a rice worm through the primitive tribe

Fearing that the man would not be able to drink it down, Jiang Tu took a sip and fed the man mouth to mouth.

Ka stood aside with wide eyes, looking curiously at Jiang Tu's method of feeding medicine.

"Ka, take the animal skin and wipe your body with the wind."

Hearing Jiang Tu's shout, Ka withdrew his eyes in a panic, quickly took the prepared animal skin and put it in the pot of water.

The animal skin was soaked with water, and Ka wiped his hands and feet for the man.

After taking two sips of Jiang Tu, he felt the man's lips and tongue moving.

The man was conscious, Jiang Tu was overjoyed, and quickly fed all the medicine and some ginseng soup to the man.

Kazai wiped the palms of the man's feet and palms with the animal skin, and even wiped his whole body. Kazai's face was sweating from repeated wiping.

"Let me do it." Jiang Tu took the animal skin and wiped the man's body bit by bit. The man's fever didn't subside until Jiang Tu's arm was sore.

Touching the man's forehead, Jiang Tu heaved a sigh of relief. As soon as he relaxed, Jiang Tudui sat on the man's body, his hands twitching with muscle spasms.

"Wind, wind?" Jiang Tu tried to wake up the man, and fell into a coma all night. The man's body couldn't stand it without eating.

Jiang Tu hurried over with a bowl of ginseng and poultry soup, "Feng, can you hear me? Wake up."

Probably because the medicine had an effect, Feng slowly opened his eyes.

"Isez..."

The man's voice was small.

Weak almost breathy sound.

But Jiang Tu heard clearly.

Jiang Tu laughed happily: "I'm here, I'm here, don't worry, I'll feed you something."

Jiang Tu hurried to serve a bowl of soup and came back.

The man's eyes followed Jiang Tu, looking at Jiang Tu without blinking.

He still feeds men wild fowl and ginseng soup with his mouth.

The man looked at Jiang Tu's approaching eyebrows, felt Jiang Tu's cautious lips, and tears welled up in his eyes.

Covering the top of his head with big hands, Jiang Tu, who was concentrating on feeding the soup, looked up at the man after a meal.

The mouth was still stuck to the man's mouth, Jiang Tu's eyes were full of doubts, but what he saw was the man crying.

Jiang Tu got up hurriedly, wiping the man's tears frantically. "Does it hurt, or is it uncomfortable somewhere, don't cry, don't cry, it will be fine soon."

The man shakes his head. "No, it hurts."

Holding Jiang Tu by hand, the man touched Jiang Tu's face in distress.

Jiang Tu's face is no longer round, there is no flesh around his cheeks, and his skin is no longer white.

Jiang Tu's eyes were bloodshot red, like bloody spider webs.

"Sez..." The man called Jiang Tu, "Tu...Tu..."

The man couldn't express how he felt in his heart, he just kept calling Jiang Tu's name.

The rough palms were afraid that they would hurt Jiang Tu's skin, so the man didn't dare to use force.

Jiang Tu stretched out his hand, held the shou on his face, smiled, smiled, Jiang Tu cried again...