The Caveman Made Me Awesome

The rain slammed the tent and it sounded like the sound of drums suddenly.

After the chrysanthemum willow branches cleaned all the ticks in the tents, it was already night, and the entire prairie was shrouded in a deep night.

In the tent, Ye Xi lit a candle.

A little bright yellow candlelight suddenly illuminated the surroundings.

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

"Hey, Lord Xiwu, what is this?"

Everyone suddenly saw a new thing in Ye Xi's hands that they had never seen before, and they couldn't help but widen their eyes.

After days of heavy rain, the torches couldn't be lighted at all. Everyone was ready to spend the night in the dark, but now Ye Xi took out such a magical thing out of nowhere...

A faint aroma of beeswax spread out with the candlelight, and everyone's noses moved.

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

"I smell it, I smell it, and you haven't found it yet, this thing doesn't smoke!"

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

The candlelight illuminated Ye Xi's face into a warm yellow, as if his face was covered with a layer of soft light, it looked extremely warm. Facing everyone's inquiries, Ye Xi smiled and said, "This thing is called a candle, so it's not a big deal. I can teach you how to make it when you settle down."

The strong wind brought water vapor in through the gaps in the tent.

Ye Xi hurriedly used one hand to protect the candlelight.

When everyone was still asking Ye Xi about the candles, the careful chief falcon noticed the tired look on Ye Xi's brows, and he couldn't help persuading him, "Xi Wu, sit down and eat something, and get some rest! It's all busy." It's been a whole day!"

"Yeah, you just came back from outside today, but we are still exhausting you..." The chief of the Zhe tribe was ashamed.

Others couldn't help but feel guilty too.

Anyone who cares can see that Ye Xi looked tired when he first came back, he must not have had a good rest along the way, but after returning to the team, he was busy again...

Everyone felt sorry.

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

He was indeed very tired. He stayed up for two nights in order to get back as soon as possible. As a result, he was busy hunting and hunting dinosaurs during the day, and his eyelids almost drooped.

But his stomach is not hungry. Just now, when Chongliu was busy, he took the time to eat some raw meat. Now the bloody smell is still coming down his throat, which makes him a little sick, and he doesn't want to eat at all.

Ye Xi took a deep breath and pulled himself together.

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

"The chiefs of all the tribes are here now, right? Go back to your respective tents immediately and bring here all the people in your tribe who have been bitten by ticks seriously. Let's cure them now."

All the chiefs were stunned after hearing Ye Xi's words.

It turned out that Xi Wu was holding on and refused to rest, in order to treat those who were bitten by ticks...

Looking at Ye Xi's tired, bloodshot eyes, everyone felt a strange emotion surge in their chests for some reason.

For a while no one spoke.

In the end, it was Chief Niujiao who was the first to break the silence. He bent his head towards Ye Xi, made a fist with his right palm, and hit his chest hard with a bang, then turned around and got out of the tent, walking into the night and rain.

The chiefs also came back to their senses, like the chief of the bull horn, silently beating their chests to salute Ye Xi, and then walked into the rain curtain one by one.

The patter of rain.

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

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

After a while, people who were bitten by ticks and had severe symptoms were carried to this tent by everyone.

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

Ye Xi randomly found a middle-aged man who was in the most serious condition and had already fallen into a coma, squatted beside him and took off the animal skin coat on him.

Seeing this, I couldn't help but gasp.

I saw that his back was densely covered with ticks that penetrated into the flesh. Symptoms of congestion, edema, and inflammation appeared around the bite wound. It seemed that there was no good skin, which was shocking. If a patient with intensive phobia sees it, he may faint directly.

Among the surrounding crowd, Bamu looked nervous.

Because this comatose middle-aged man was his father, who he thought was hopeless.

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 grease fell on one of the ticks.

The tick was so hot that it struggled slightly in the flesh.

Gradually, the tick stopped moving. It was obviously dead, but it was not known whether it was scalded to death or smothered to death by wax oil.

Ye Xi asked others to bring a thin bone needle, and by candlelight, he picked out the tick corpse from the flesh.

The extraction process was exceptionally smooth, as the tick was dead and there was no tick head left in the meat.

Ye Xi repeated his old trick and poured a drop of hot candle oil onto another tick. Just as he was about to inject another tick, a timid female voice suddenly came from beside him: "Master Xiwu, why don't you leave it to me?" Do it, I promise to do it well!"

Ye Xi turned his head, and saw that he was looking at him earnestly, the dark eyes sparkled, and there was a well-hidden heartache inside.

The four eyes are facing each other.

Ye Xi's heart trembled, and something moved in his heart. He froze for a while before handing the candle and bone needles to Zhimu, and said softly, "Then I will trouble you."

Pheasant happily took the candle and bone needle, and smiled from the bottom of his heart as if he had got some treasure.

Her hands were much more dexterous than Ye Xi's, and she was quicker and more accurate in picking dead ticks. She quickly cleaned up all the ticks on Father Bamu's body, not even letting go of the ticks hidden behind the ears.

It's just that Father Bamu still hasn't woken up.

Because although the ticks all over his body were picked out, the forest encephalitis caused by the ticks was still not cured, so he couldn't wake up naturally.

So Ye Xi asked the medicine and witches of the Ye Tribe to help.

Naturally, Ye Tribal Witch had no answer, so he immediately began to treat him.

Soon, Father Bamu's deathly complexion began to return to blood. Although he was still in a coma, his cheeks were flushed and his breath was strong, obviously he had recovered.

Bamu looked at his father who had saved his life, so excited that he couldn't restrain himself, he knelt down to Ye Xi with a plop, and said in a sobbing voice, "Thank you, Mr. Xiwu, thank you, Mr. Xiwu!"

Although it was the pheasant order who picked out all the ticks, although it was the medicine and witches from the Ye tribe who rescued them. But Bamu knew that without Ye Xi, Pheasant would not have thought of a way to scald the ticks with wax oil to take them all out, and the medicine witches of the Ye Tribe would not put down their bodies to save such an ordinary person who had never met.

Whose credit, Ba Mu knew very well.

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

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

Once a patient comes back from treatment, the rest is easy to talk about.

Ye Xi selected a few dexterous people, and asked them to take turns burning the ticks with candle oil, and then pick out the dead ticks with bone needles. He also called all the witch doctors from the tribes, assigned them tasks, and told them to heal the sick.

At this time, no one in each tribe disrespected Ye Xi, and no one would disobey Ye Xi's orders, even the noble witches. Everyone accepted the task willingly, without any reluctance.

In the dim candlelight, everyone has an orderly division of labor, gradually getting busy, saving lives in danger.

There is a reassuring tranquility and warmth in the air.

The night was getting dark, Ye Xi couldn't hold on any longer, lay down in the corner of the tent and fell into a deep sleep...

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