Orc Priest (17): 

When Gu Juntian thought of what would happen tomorrow, Zhou Qinghao also thought of it.

In the prophecy, tomorrow morning, a strong young man in their tribe would suddenly develop a fever, dizziness, and vomiting.

This man had always been very healthy, so Zhou Qinghao concluded that he was sick from the heat and sunstroke.

So he comforted the man, gave him lots of salted water to drink, and had him lie down in a cool place to rest.

However, the man’s condition did not improve. Later, he developed many other symptoms and by the next morning, he was dead.

Beastmen dying of illness in the tribe was common, so at the time no one thought anything was wrong.

But later, some people in the tribe began to use this against him, saying he had no true ability as a priest, that the man died because of the “medicine” he gave, and that he was unworthy of being priest…

Zhou Qinghao wanted to avoid this.

In the prophecy, he had thought the man was sick from the sun, but it was clearly not the case.

He didn’t know what the man had fallen ill with.

He might not be able to cure him. If he really couldn’t, then he would have to explain the situation to the tribe in advance, telling them the man was gravely ill.

In the prophecy, he was doubted mainly because he had first told the tribe that the illness wasn’t serious and that the man would get better soon.

But he was wrong, and the man died.

Zhou Qinghao sighed quietly, then realized he was very, very hot.

The little white rabbit nudged the tiger beside him, signaling him not to get so close, before lying down to sleep.

The big tiger was like a furnace, far too hot!

But not long after the little rabbit fell asleep, the big tiger pulled him back into his arms.

Sleeping pressed together was most comfortable—he wanted to sleep pressed close!

As for his A-Qing feeling hot… wasn’t there spiritual power?

He could use spiritual power to cool A-Qing down and make sure he wouldn’t overheat!

Gu Juntian continued cultivating.

Perhaps it was just an illusion, but he felt that cultivating together with Zhou Qinghao worked better than cultivating alone.

What was it called when two people cultivated together?

A word suddenly surfaced in Gu Juntian’s mind—dual cultivation.

Right after, Gu Juntian even recalled a set of dual cultivation techniques.

He must try them tomorrow!

In the blink of an eye, it was the next day.

Today Gu Juntian didn’t go hunting. He stayed in the tribe to rest.

Not wanting to move much, he turned into a tiger and lay beside Zhou Qinghao, watching him bustle about.

From afar, Bai Yutian spotted him and really wanted to touch the big tiger.

It was a tiger, a tiger!

Who wouldn’t want to touch a tiger?

But Bai Yutian didn’t dare approach.

He turned his head instead and looked at the others in the tribe, but after just a few glances, he didn’t dare look anymore.

The women of the tribe didn’t wear tops!

Bai Yutian quickly looked back at the tiger.

Zhou Qinghao asked, “You’re not going gathering?”

Bai Yutian said, “I’m injured, I can’t go.”

“Then what will you eat?” Zhou Qinghao asked. In their tribe, elders and children who couldn’t gather were still given meat, but Bai Yutian was new, and he still had labor ability. In such a situation, there was no way they’d give him free meat if he didn’t work.

Bai Yutian said, “I used a bottle to trade for ten days’ worth of meat.”

In his bag, he had originally carried two bottles of sports drink and one bottle of mineral water.

The unopened sports drink had been taken by Gu Juntian, leaving him the other two bottles.

Last night, Bai Yutian gave that half bottle of sports drink together with its bottle to Zhuang. In return, Zhuang agreed to give him a piece of meat each day for the next ten days, each piece as big as Zhuang’s fist.

Zhuang’s fists were large, and such a piece of meat was enough for Bai Yutian for a day. He was very satisfied with this deal.

Zhuang was satisfied too. Bai Yutian’s bottle looked beautiful and could also be used to hold water.

Even though, according to Bai Yutian, the bottle couldn’t hold hot water, Zhuang didn’t care—he wasn’t like the priests who boiled water to drink, he only drank cold water anyway.

Zhou Qinghao realized Bai Yutian was already different from what the prophecy described. In the prophecy, Bai Yutian had treated everything he brought with him as treasure, never sharing with outsiders.

Zhou Qinghao went back to his work. Just then, someone came to him: “Priest, I feel unwell, very dizzy.”

The person was the very one in the prophecy who would die tomorrow morning.

So much had already changed, and Zhou Qinghao had hoped this man wouldn’t fall sick, but unexpectedly, he still did.

“Where do you feel unwell?” Zhou Qinghao asked.

The man listed many discomforts, then asked, “Priest, did I get sick from the sun?”

Zhou Qinghao said, “No.” In midsummer, people in the tribe sometimes did get sick from the sun, with symptoms similar to his.

But after careful questioning, Zhou Qinghao found that this man’s symptoms were not the same as typical sunstroke.

“Have you been injured recently, or eaten unfamiliar food?” Zhou Qinghao asked.

“I’ve been eating the same as everyone else. As for injuries, that happened several days ago.” While he spoke, he began shivering.

Zhou Qinghao checked his wound, then saw that his condition was worsening rapidly.

In his previous life, because Gu Juntian had deliberately misled others, the tribe believed the man’s illness worsened after taking Zhou Qinghao’s “medicine.”

Now, Zhou Qinghao hadn’t given him anything, yet the man’s condition still worsened.

Zhou Qinghao couldn’t figure out what illness it was, and Bai Yutian, watching nearby, couldn’t either.

At that moment, Gu Juntian, who had gone back inside to change back to human form and put on clothes, came out. He carefully inspected the man’s wound from a few days ago, then said, “This is sepsis.”

“Sepsis?” Zhou Qinghao had never heard of such a strange illness.

Bai Yutian, however, gasped sharply.

Sepsis—even in the modern era, it wasn’t always curable!

After hurting his own foot, he had avoided joining the gathering team precisely out of fear of infection.

Luckily his injury was only superficial, but looking closely, the man’s previous wound was truly deep!

“This illness often kills,” Gu Juntian said quietly to Zhou Qinghao.

Zhou Qinghao’s heart clenched.

He had already thought he might not be able to cure it. Now he was sure.

He told those around them, “He is gravely ill. Whether he recovers depends on the beast god.”

He could not cure this illness.

When priests faced an incurable illness, they usually placed the patient in a special hut and chanted words no one understood.

Long ago, Zhou Qinghao had noticed that his teacher always chanted differently each time.

Later he realized his teacher had just been making it up.

Now, he too could only chant randomly, but he closed his eyes and sincerely prayed for the beast god’s help.

This sick man was someone he had grown up with since childhood.

Earlier, the patient had still been able to talk, but now his condition worsened to the point that his consciousness was fading.

Bai Yutian, having read popular science before, knew the fatality rate of sepsis was high. Seeing this, he grew even more worried.

Even sunstroke, untreated, could be fatal—let alone sepsis.

This man was going to die!

And in such a situation, the priest was only chanting? This was far too unreliable!

Just as Bai Yutian thought this, he saw the patient’s breathing gradually stabilize.

Not long after, the man even sat up as if nothing had happened.

Bai Yutian also noticed that the man’s old wound had already half healed.

Previously, Bai Yutian had looked down on priests, thinking they had no ability. Now he was truly shocked.

This world was really not simple!

Fortunately, he hadn’t pretended to be a priest—he absolutely didn’t have that kind of ability!