The rain smashed the tent into a crackle, and suddenly it seemed like a violent drum.

After the willow twigs cleaned all the ticks in the tent, it was night, and the entire prairie was shrouded in the deep night.

In the tent, Ye Xi lit a candle.

A little bright yellow candle light suddenly illuminated the surroundings.

He brought this candle back from the Jiugong tribe, and now there are only two left, but this kind of candle is made as thick as an arm and is very useful.

"Hey, Master Xi Wu, what is this?"

Everyone suddenly saw something new in Ye Xi's hands that they had never seen before, and their eyes widened.

Days of heavy rain prevented the torches from lighting at all. Everyone was ready to spend the night in the dark. As a result, Ye Xi unexpectedly took out such a magical thing now...

A faint scent of beeswax diffused with the candlelight, and everyone's nose moved.

"It smells so good, do you smell it?"

"I smell it, and you don't have it now, this thing doesn't smoke!"

The more people looked at it, the rarer it became, and they were all amazed.

The candle light illuminates Ye Xi's face in warm yellow, his face is covered with a soft light, it looks very warm. Faced with the inquiries from everyone, Ye Xi smiled lightly and said, “This thing is called a candle, and it’s not a big deal. After it settles down, I can teach you how to make it.”

The gale brought moisture in from the cracks in the tent.

Ye Xi quickly shielded the candlelight with one hand.

When the crowd was still asking about the candles about Ye Xi, the careful chief falcon noticed the fatigue between Ye Xi’s eyebrows and couldn’t help but persuade him: “Xi Wu, you sit down and eat something, and rest! It’s all busy! It's been a whole day!"

"Yeah, you just rushed back from outside today, and we are still tired of your busy schedule..." The chief of the Sting Tribe was ashamed.

Others can't help feeling guilty.

Anyone who cares can see that Ye Xi looked tired when he first came back, and definitely did not rest well on the way, but after returning to the team, he was busy again...

Everyone felt sad.

Ye Xi shook his head, "No, it's not time to rest."

He was really tired. In order to get back as soon as possible, he stayed up for two nights. As a result, he was busy hunting and hunting dinosaurs during the day, and his eyelids were almost drooping.

However, his stomach is not hungry. Just grabbed the time to eat some raw meat when Chongliu was busy, and now the **** anger is constantly pouring into his throat, which makes him a little sick and doesn't want to eat at all.

Ye Xi took a deep breath and cheered up.

He looked at the crowd and said, "I know that many people in our team were bitten by ticks and are in very bad health."

"Now the chiefs of the various tribes are here? You immediately return to your tents and bring all the people in your tribe who have been severely bitten by ticks here. Let's get them cured first."

After hearing what Ye Xi said, the chiefs were stunned.

It turns out that Xi Wu insisted on refusing to rest, because it was to cure those who were bitten by ticks...

Looking at Ye Xi's tired, bloodshot eyes, everyone somehow felt a strange emotion in their chest.

No one spoke for a while.

In the end, Chief Bullhorn was the first to break the silence. He bent his head against Ye Xi, fisted with his right palm, and banged his chest with a thump, then turned directly and got out of the tent and walked into the night rain.

The chiefs also came back to their senses, like Chief Bullhorn, silently thumping their chests and saluting Ye Xi, and then walked into the rain.

The sound of rain pattered.

Ye Xi let out a long sigh, took a candle and sat down on the ground, silently waiting for them to come back.

The big dinosaur skin was spread under the tent he was in, smooth and neat. And because everyone respected him, they also wiped the water stains with a wringed linen cloth, so the ground was very clean, and there was no need to worry about staining the clothes.

After a while, I was bitten by a tick, and people with severe symptoms were brought to this tent with their backs or supports.

There are a total of more than two hundred people, mostly ordinary people from small tribes.

Ye Xi randomly found a middle-aged man who was in the worst condition, who had fallen into a coma, and squatted beside him and pulled off his animal skin jacket.

This can't help but took a breath.

I saw that his back was densely packed with ticks burrowing into the meat. Symptoms of hyperemia, edema and inflammation appeared around the wound of the bite. It looked like there was no good skin, and it was shocking. If a person with intensive phobia sees it, they may faint directly.

In the surrounding crowd, Ba Mu looked nervous.

Because this middle-aged man in a coma was his father, the father he thought he had been saved.

Ye Xi held the candle in his hand and suddenly tilted the body of the candle slightly.

There was a snap.

A drop of hot candle oil dripped on one of the ticks.

The tick was scalded and struggling slightly in the flesh.

Gradually, the tick stopped moving. It was obviously dead, but I didn't know if it was scalded to death or smothered by wax oil.

Ye Xi asked others to bring a fine needle, and picked out the dead tick from the flesh by candlelight.

The removal process went smoothly, because the tick was already dead and there was no situation where the tick's head remained in the meat.

Ye Xi repeated his old tricks, and dropped a drop of hot candle oil on another tick. When he was about to put the needle again, there was a faint female voice next to him: "Master Xi Witch, why not give it to me? Do it, I promise to do it!"

Ye Xi turned his head and saw that the pheasant was looking at him earnestly. His dark eyes flashed, and there was a well-hidden distress.

Four eyes face each other.

Ye Xi's heart shook, and his heart was touched. After a long silence, he handed the candle and bone needle to the pheasant, and said warmly, "Then I will trouble you."

The pheasant happily took the candle and the bone needle, and smiled from the bottom of his heart as if he had gotten some baby.

Her hands were much more clever than Ye Xi, and she was quicker and more accurate when picking tick carcasses. She quickly cleaned up all the ticks on Father Bamu, even the ticks hidden behind her ears.

It's just that Father Bamu A still didn't wake up.

Although the ticks in his body were cleaned, the forest encephalitis caused by the ticks was still not cured, so he couldn't wake up naturally.

So Ye Xi asked Ye Tribe's medical witch to take action.

Ye tribe witches naturally didn't have anything to do, and immediately started to treat.

Soon, Father Bamu's deathly complexion began to return to **** color. Although he was still in a coma, his cheeks were flushed with strong aura and he was obviously restored to health.

Looking at Afather who had recovered his life, Bamu was so excited that he couldn't restrain himself. He knelt down to Ye Xi with a thud, and said with tears, "Thank you Master Xi Wu, thank you Master Xi Wu!"

Although it was the pheasant who picked out all the ticks, it was the Ye Tribe's medical witch who took care of it. But Bamu knew that if Ye Xi were not there, the Pheasants would not have thought of a way to scald the ticks with wax oil and take out all the ticks, and the doctors of the Ye tribe would not put down their body to save such an ordinary person who had never met.

Whose credit is, Bamu knows very well in his heart.

Ye Xi helped Ba Mu up: "Take your father down and take good care of him."

Ba Mu didn't dare to say more, with endless gratitude in his heart, he walked out of the tent with his father on his back.

One patient came back from treatment, and the rest is easy~lightnovelpub.net~ Ye Xi selected a few handy people, and asked them to scald the tick with candle oil in turn, and then use the bone needle to pick out the tick carcass. He also called all the medical witches from all tribes over, assigned them tasks, and told them to heal the sick.

At this time, no one in the tribes disrespect Ye Xi, no one would violate Ye Xi's instructions, even the distinguished witches. Everyone accepted the task willingly, not unwilling.

In the dim candlelight, the division of labor was orderly, and gradually became busy, saving lives in danger.

There is a reassuring tranquility and warmth in the air.

The night was getting deeper, Ye Xi could no longer hold it, lying in the corner of the tent and fell asleep...

　　

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