The inconspicuous little knowledge in Ye Qing's eyes, in his eyes... can save lives!

Humans in this era are easily injured due to lack of good protection when they are active in the wild.

There is no effective way to deal with injuries and bleeding, and it can only be achieved by natural healing.

This can easily cause wounds to become inflamed, ulcerated, and even endanger life.

Even a small wound, bad luck can sometimes cause very serious consequences.

Some larger wounds are even worse, and the blood flows continuously, and they can only watch the injured die of bleeding without any help.

The patriarch is wise. He can not only remember the knowledge passed down by his predecessors, but also discover new knowledge, but also learn very seriously and will promote it in the tribe.

As the patriarch, he has no idea of ​​hiding his own personalities about his clan members.

As the leader of the tribe, he is the job of promoting good experience and knowledge among the tribe, improving the tribe's survival ability, and making the tribe more prosperous.

By extension, our ancestors worked hard and overcome all obstacles through this little knowledge accumulation, and finally developed a brilliant civilization.

"Alan! Alan..."

A Xing's panic-like cry came from the house!

Ah Xing's cry was very sharp, and it was a bit scary when it was dozens of meters away.

Knock!

Something happened to Alan!

In the grass, Ye Qing and the clan leader were not worried about continuing to identify the herbs and rushed back home.

There was a bleak cloud in the house.

The little girl Alan is in a coma!

Mother A Xing was holding Alan, kneeling on the ground, lowering her head and crying.

Next to the side, sister A Zi and sister A Lian sat with her tears.

My father Taikang sat opposite him, without saying a word, and was terriblely silent.

Shaokang beat his hands and turned around.

The patriarch Ye Qing and the other patriarch came to A Xing. The patriarch lowered his head and carefully checked the situation of the little girl Alan. He stretched out his trembling hand and carefully stroked Alan's red face.

After a long time, he shook his head in the hopeful eyes of everyone.

"I can only pray for the blessing of the gods!"

As he said that, he turned around to prepare his outfit, and he wanted to sacrifice!

He has seen too many fever symptoms, but there is no way.

I can only carry it on my body.

Adults can still withstand it.

However, the little girl Alan has a very serious fever. She is so young, only two years old... It's very dangerous!

He can only pray for the blessing of the gods!

Sacrifice was his only means.

Even the knowledgeable clan leader had no choice but to cut off his last hope. A Xing finally couldn't hold on, rolled his eyes and fell to the side.

Fortunately, A Zi and A Lian were right next to her and held her in time, so she didn't fall to the ground.

Ye Qing hurriedly carried Alan from her arms.

Alan is in a coma, her face is red and her lips are chapped.

I reached out to explore Alan's forehead, it was hot!

This is a high fever!

Recalling Alan's snot, she kept dozing off all morning...

This is a cold!

High fever caused by colds!

Thinking of this, Ye Qing wanted to slap himself a few times.

I should have noticed it long ago!

If measures were taken earlier, it might not be so serious.

Now that it is so serious, what should I do?

In modern society, colds are common. At most, you can get a few drip bottles and take a few pills and it's all done.

But now is the primitive era, where did the drip come from and where did the pills come from?

For children, if the high fever is severe, it will be fatal if they are not treated in time!

What's more, in this primitive era of lack of medical treatment and medicine!

Judging from the temperature on Alan's forehead, it is probably no less than 40 degrees.

It's already extremely dangerous!

We must find a way as soon as possible!

Otherwise, it will burn your brain or induce other sequelae such as encephalitis, and it will be really over!

But, I am not a medical student, how can I treat it?

Watching a vivid life passing by in front of him, he hated his powerlessness extremely.

His eyes began to turn red, and the veins on his forehead began to bulge.

The chaos and helplessness of the crowd caused him to be inexplicably irritable.

He suddenly shouted: "Stop quarrel, I have a way!"
Chapter completed!