It is not easy to get married here. The girl’s betrothal gift ranges from a few cows to twenty cows.

There is a truth in the whole world: Don’t think about getting married without money.

However, Karu still chose to stay, and he was also curious about Liu Qingshan and his group.

Accompanied by the old chief, Liu Qingshan and his group entered the abandoned area of ​​the tribe.

Everyone couldn't help but wrinkle their noses as they walked, and there was a strange smell in the air, which made them slam on their noses.

Fortunately, everyone is a doctor, and he is used to all kinds of scenes and can still hold on.

"Everyone comes out, a doctor is here to treat you!" The old chief shouted in a few words.

Only then did more than a dozen thin people walk out of the hut and slowly move towards this side.

"Where are the remaining people?" The old chief frowned. There were more than 20 patients in his tribe.

"Dad, those people can't get up." A young little black answered weakly.

This is Yulida, the old chief’s beloved youngest son, and he was also infected.

The old chief felt distressed and waved his hand to the warrior behind him: "Come out everyone."

So everyone started to do something together, and soon there were more than a dozen people lying in the open space, their eyes were dissipated, and their eyes were full of life, so they breathed more than the dead.

Xiao Liuzi squatted in front of a little black kid who was about the same age as her, touching the little guy's ribs one by one, and tears fell down.

"I will definitely cure you!" Xiao Liuzi wiped his tears, then put his little hand on Xiao Hei's wrist and began to take the pulse.

Little Heike's arms were covered with mud and even dirty things like feces, but in Xiao Liuzi's eyes, these things did not exist at all.

The little black kid's eyes looked so big. He blinked, and big tears began to roll down the corners of his eyes.

Although language cannot communicate, actions represent everything.

Looking at the scene in front of him, Wu Tong felt infinitely sad: It turns out that in this world, there are still people who are suffering such suffering.

She felt that she should do something, but she couldn't do anything. She could only take the water bottle silently and feed the dying people water.

The people from the medical team quickly devoted themselves to the diagnosis and treatment.

After Zhang Hong finished taking the pulse of a black girl, he put the prescription on his knees, wrote the prescription and then greeted the mute grandpa:

"Mr. Sun, please show it."

This is also the rule of the medical team. None of these doctors have any experience in treating AIDS, so the prescription must be confirmed by the mute grandfather before the medicine can be taken.

The mute grandfather came over to take the black girl's pulse, then looked at Zhang Hong's prescription, nodded slightly, and just slightly adjusted the dose of several medicines.

As for Huang Xuanting and others, they got started even faster. They accumulated a certain amount of experience in the United States with the mute grandfather, and the medication was very accurate.

Grandpa mute looked at the prescription and basically didn't need to change it.

The medical team became busy, grabbed medicine, and then started to boil medicine. The most unabashed thing in the tribe was pottery jars, which was just right to boil medicine.

The day after they arrived in this continent, they finally boarded their battlefield and began to fight against diseases.

Although the old chief didn't know where China was, he felt familiar and friendly when looking at the way to boil medicine: "It turns out that these people are not doctors, but wizards!"

Because he had seen the great wizard beside the Zulu king, he often did this.

Especially when the old chief saw the people in the medical team, they took out some centipedes and other insects to boil medicine together, the old chief was even more sure.

The old chief suddenly increased his confidence: the wizard is the most respected among the tribe.

After more than an hour, all of these patients were diagnosed and treated, but it would take some time to boil the medicine.

At this moment, the entire tribe was filled with a rich aroma of medicine.

Those patients were carried back to the hut, and in terms of diet, they could drink some corn paste for the time being.

During this process, Liu Qingshan was not idle either. He led the veterans and soldiers from the tribe to thoroughly clean the sanitation of this area.

As soon as he comes in, he looks like a pig's nest, which is really unbearable.

Seeing that the diagnosis and treatment were completed, Liu Qingshan called the medical team: "Thank you all for your hard work, drink some water and smoke a cigarette to take a break."

During the first actual combat of the medical team, Liu Qingshan was quite satisfied with everyone's performance.

These team members gradually calmed down from their nervousness and excitement, and then they felt thirsty.

However, there was not much mineral water left, so the old chief arranged for someone to carry the water over.

"You can't drink raw water." Zhang Hong took a look and quickly gave his comments.

"Sir Wizard, now the jars are used to boil medicine, so there is no way to boil water."

The old chief also deeply apologized. It is really not necessary to neglect the Wizard.

Zhang Hong also stared at the sight of surprise: "Witch? We are all doctors, okay?"

Liu Qingshan stopped him and said, "The wizard is just a wizard." He knew that in such a tribe, the name of a wizard is much better than a doctor or something.
Chapter completed!