Liang Wenbao was stunned for a long time holding Liang Wenjie, who was like a blood gourd, and suddenly thought of something, and quickly used what he could find at hand to help Liang Wenjie bandage the wound briefly, and then carried Liang Wenjie on his back, ran with red eyes, and rushed in the direction of the camp.

He thought that as long as he carried Liang Wenjie back to the camp as quickly as possible, he would definitely be able to be rescued.

"I ...... I was afraid that my brother would ...... halfway Just left, so I kept talking to him, and I kept feeling the temperature on his body......" Liang Wenbao told everyone silently.

At first, Liang Wenjie could still give him some responses in a weak voice, but later, his voice became smaller and smaller, and the interval between words became longer and longer.

At that time, Liang Wenbao only felt that his brother was physically tired, coupled with serious injuries and weakness.

Looking back now, I'm afraid Liang Wenjie was already out of it at that time......

After listening to Liang Wenbao tell what happened, Mo Xun frowned, although he was very unbearable, he had to open his mouth to discuss Liang Wenjie's future with Liang Hu and Liang Wenbao.

In the end, everyone decided to hold a simple funeral for Liang Wenjie, and then copy the way they handled Liu Jin's funeral, incinerate his body, and hand over the ashes to Liang Wenbao to take back.

When Liang Wenbao heard that Liu Jin had died in the valley where quinine trees grew, his thick eyebrows furrowed tightly, and he clenched his fists, as if he had made a decision in his heart.

Not long after, Cai Youyou and Hua Xi finally boiled the herbs and packed them into containers.

The first herb was, of course, handed to Liang Hu.

Looking at the black-brown medicinal juice in the bowl, Liang Hu's heart was full of emotion.

This is what everyone brought back with great difficulty in order to save his life, and even at the cost of another person's life.

He only felt that the medicine bowl he held in his hand was heavy, held back his tears, sincerely thanked everyone, held his breath, and drank the medicine in the medicine bowl without a drop in his stomach.

At this time, Wang Fatzi looked at Cai Youyou a little strangely and asked, "Hey, classmate Xiao Cai, isn't Liang Shao the only one who is sick?" How did you boil so many herbs? ”

Looking at the cups and bowls of medicinal juice, and then looking at Liang Hu, who was obviously frowning after drinking the herbs, a bad premonition began to spread in Wang Fatzi's heart.

"As I've said before, this dangerous malaria is a contagious disease endemic to tropical rainforest areas. To prevent this disease, today all of us drink medicine. That's why we deliberately collected so much quinine bark and boiled these herbs. Cai Youyou explained.

"What?! I'm not sick, why do I have to pour myself this black bitter medicine soup with Liang Shao? Wang Fatzi pursed his lips and said disagreeably.

He said as he took a step backwards.

Others may not know Wang Fatzi, but Mo Xun, who grew up with him since childhood, couldn't help twitching the corners of his mouth.

This fat man, from childhood to adulthood, has been looking like he is not afraid of heaven and earth.

There is only one thing in this world that will make Wang Fatzi flinch, and that is to take medicine.