The weather is getting colder and colder, and the temperature on the mountain changes greatly.

There is no way to stay overnight in the wild.

People were anxiously waiting for Han Chengkui to come back.

Wang Xiaoqing took Xiaohong and Xiaolan continued to examine the injured.

With her hands back, she can only use this primitive method to test her body temperature.

Frown!

Obviously, three of the twelve injured people had fever.

These people have caused infection.

But she was helpless.

She was sorry for her powerlessness.

She could have done better.

But obviously not.

"Xiaoqing! Go out with me to find herbs."

The old lady suddenly appeared.

Wang Xiaoqing followed his grandmother out of the cave silently.

Everyone heard this sentence.

Xiaohong and Xiaolan, who were taking care of the injured, told everyone that the injured person had a fever.

Everyone stopped talking.

They all know that if the injured person has a fever, it means he will die.

They do physical work all year round, and many people have their insteps cut by hoes! Or their legs are scratched by rakes on the plowing ground, and they have no money to see a doctor, and they will die of fever.

This is common sense.

Many people are crying.

Every household is taking care of their relatives! But they can do nothing.

I can only hope that Wang Xiaoqing and the old lady can really find some herbs to come back.

The only thing we can count on here is their grandparents and grandchildren.
Chapter completed!