Orc Girl's Tribal Daily Life

Chapter 45 Garlic Discovery!

Jiang Luoluo met the young witch again.

After calling He, He saw Mao lying in the weeds and quickly called over two other big boys to help lift Mao up.

After letting the other children play freely, He took Jiang Luoluo and several older children carrying Mao, and they went up the mountain to the top of Silver Peak Mountain where the young witch lived.

The summit of Silver Peak Mountain was no different from what Jiang Luoluo had seen before. It was still a huge flat area that could accommodate thousands or even tens of thousands of people, with a large bonfire in the middle, a small wooden house behind the bonfire, and herbs growing around the small wooden house.

Because carrying Mao up the mountain was so conspicuous, several adult tribesmen followed behind to watch the spectacle.

It wasn't so much that they were just watching the spectacle; they were more concerned because they saw Brown, an adult missing an arm, leading a group of teenagers. They worried that Brown might have trouble doing anything later, and that the children could lend a hand, so they followed along.

The young shaman's residence was located at the highest point of Silver Peak Mountain, highlighting his unique and exalted status in the tribe. Even the tribal chief had to retreat to live below the mountaintop.

But this does not mean that the place of the young shaman is so noble and inaccessible—any member of the tribe can come here to seek the shaman's help whenever needed.

And the shaman would never refuse; it was the shaman's responsibility.

Mao was placed on the wooden bed in the young shaman's hut, and the older children who were supposed to be working were sent back by He to prevent them from chattering and disturbing the shaman.

Only Jiang Luoluo, who was like a pendant and couldn't speak, was left behind, watching silently from the side.

The adult tribesmen who followed also consciously stayed outside the wooden house and did not come in.

To Jiang Luoluo's surprise, she thought that with the current level of technology in the tribe, "medical treatment" would be a very primitive method, with barbaric practices such as shamanistic rituals and bloodletting. She was worried for Mao.

Unexpectedly, the young shaman placed the person on the bed and reached out to touch several parts of Mao's body, including his forehead, face, armpits, and thighs, to sense Mao's body temperature and determine whether he had a full-body fever or a partial fever.

Then they pried open Mao's eyes and mouth, and even looked inside his nose to see if there was any mucus or anything like that. Their level of professionalism left Jiang Luolu stunned.

Was I actually the indigenous person?

However, seeing the neatly arranged and cleanly processed herbs in this wooden house, one can guess that the young shaman's research in medicine surpasses the tribe's technological level.

It was strange, Jiang Luoluo thought, as if the young shaman had a well-preserved set of medical knowledge, while everything else in the tribe had been wiped clean and started from scratch.

After a final flurry of activity, the young shaman made his assessment: "It's damp heat. With the arrival of the rainy season, the temperature fluctuates between hot and cold, making it easy to develop damp heat. He must have caught a chill yesterday, which is why the damp heat entered his body."

"I'll give you some medicine. Take it home, boil it in hot soup, and feed it to him three times a day. After a few days, he'll be fine."

Brown found it strange. "Mao has always been quite healthy. How could he suddenly get sick?"

For the people of this tribe, who are known for their strong physique, getting sick is a very rare occurrence... but that also means that when they do get sick, it has the greatest impact on them.

The young shaman glanced at Brown, paused for a moment, and then said, "He must have been frightened by something recently, which weakened his heart and made him susceptible to damp heat entering his body."

"What?" Brown looked surprised. Although Mao was still a child, he had never shown any weakness in terms of timidity. How could he be so frightened that he got sick?

“There are many kinds of fear…” the young shaman said, then paused, “He is the child of the butterfly, isn’t he?”

Brown Dot nodded, a hint of sadness on his face. Deaths of tribesmen were not uncommon in the tribe, but most died in the Taz Forest, passing away with honor. Only a few died in the tribe during their prime.

Butterfly died after contracting a virus in the Taz Forest while hunting and slowly passing away after returning to her tribe.

The feeling of having rescued a companion from danger, only to watch her die little by little, is something Brown can never forget, even after so long.

Recalling this, Brown suddenly realized something and glanced at the cub beside him—yesterday, the cub had been poisoned, and Mao was right next to it.

So, Mao was reminded of his mother's death from illness when he saw the cubs being poisoned... Was he afraid that the cubs would also suffer the same pain as his mother?

Jiang Luoluo belatedly guessed the reason from the conversation between the two, and a sense of guilt arose in her heart. Even though she had not done anything wrong, the poisoning was not something she wanted.

"Try not to get too close to him these next few days. The damp heat can be contagious, especially for children, so be extra careful." The young shaman kept his composure and quickly gave the usual instructions.

Jiang Luoluo was lost in sadness when she suddenly smelled a somewhat familiar scent. She looked up in the direction of the young shaman and saw him crushing a bunch of plump white plant fruits into a wooden bowl.

Ok?

The young shaman sensed a strong gaze, looked up, and was stunned for a moment before realizing that the unusually quiet child dressed in animal skin clothes was his little patient from a few days ago.

No wonder they haven't said anything.

"What's wrong, Luo?" The young shaman still remembered the cub's name, but he wasn't wearing the burlap clothes he used to wear, so he didn't react for a moment.

Jiang Luoluo carefully approached, pointed to the wooden bowl in the young shaman's hand, and then pointed to her own mouth.

"You...you want to try it?" The young shaman paused, a hint of surprise in his eyes. The cub's sudden request caught him off guard.

Is this child... so greedy?

Brown turned his head after hearing the sound, his eyes widening in astonishment. Before he could stop him, he saw the young shaman think for a moment and then hand over the crushed herbs from the wooden bowl.

"Although it's not poisonous, it doesn't taste very good," the young shaman said.

Rather than refusing a cub's request, it's often simpler to let the cub experience the consequences of unreasonable demands directly.

For example, if a cub wants to touch the fire, simply stopping it is useless. You should let the cub touch the flame under your supervision. Once the cub gets burned and knows the pain, it will naturally not want to touch it next time.

The young shaman had the same idea when he handed the herbs to the cub. Anyway, they weren't poisonous, and even though they tasted strange, once the cub tasted them and its curiosity was satisfied, it wouldn't be curious again next time.

Jiang Luoluo carefully dipped her finger into the rim of the bowl, put it in her mouth, and the familiar pungent taste filled her mouth...

Jiang Luoluo's eyes lit up instantly; it really was garlic!

And... the tribe actually uses garlic to treat colds and fevers? It's outrageous yet somehow scientific.