At the Barbarian Commerce Association camp.

Upon hearing the urgent call of the visitor,

Red Dragon immediately furrowed his brows, then engaged in a rapid conversation with the other party.

Master Tian did not translate this conversation, indicating it involved some internal matters of the merchant team.

After a few seconds.

Red Dragon forced an apologetic smile at Lin Ziming and hurried away.

Lin Ziming was momentarily taken aback by this.

After regaining his composure, he hesitated for only a moment before saying to Shi Yin and the others around him:

"Xiaoshi, let's go over and take a look together, there might be something we can help with."

Since Red Dragon didn't issue an order to leave, the situation seemed optional.

Therefore, from an intelligence-gathering perspective, Lin Ziming naturally decided to follow.

The camp of the association was not large and was quite simple—after all, it was essentially an open area outside the city, not a complex terrain.

So after taking only a few steps, Lin Ziming and the group quickly arrived near a tent.

Before they were even five meters away from the tent, a strong stench suddenly emanated from within.

Lin Ziming, being a rugged man, was relatively unfazed. After all, by the data, he was a T1-level special forces warrior.

Even if he hadn't experienced harsh conditions firsthand, he'd simulated them in training.

Moreover, he came from a farming family, running around cattle sheds daily as a child, and dealing with manure and fertilizer regularly.

So when he smelled this stench, his expression remained relatively normal.

He only frowned slightly, without showing much discomfort.

Another person, Wang Qiang, who accompanied to seize the opportunity to study the blazing rock, also had no problem.

After all, as a biologist, eating snail noodles amidst gory experimental subjects was a basic skill.

But Shi Yin was different.

This girl didn't have the delicate airs of a princess, but such a stench was beyond what a normal person could endure.

Not to mention her previous work environment was in the 'high-end' field of external relations, which rarely faced such harsh conditions.

The only time she encountered a similar stench was in some palace where someone had an accident.

Therefore, upon suddenly smelling this stench, Shi Yin couldn't help but hurriedly cover her mouth and ran to the side to vomit.

Seeing this, Wang Qiang quickly stepped forward to pat Shi Yin's back:

"Xiaoshi, are you okay? If you're not well, you don't have to go in."

Hearing these words, Shi Yin, though teary-eyed, firmly shook her head:

"I'm fine, I'm fine, I just need to bear it.

Translating is my job, and besides, if I don't go in, you won't understand what Red Dragon is saying....."

As a male comrade, Lin Ziming was not in a position to offer comfort, so he could only watch her with concern:

"Translation isn't a big issue; we're just a short distance from the Fire Camp, practically in the heartland.

If worse comes to worst, we can get another translator here, but the key is your...."

"Colonel Lin, I'm really fine."

Facing Lin Ziming's suggestion, Shi Yin displayed her efficient character matching her short hair.

Though her face still looked a bit unpleasant, she stubbornly straightened up and, after a deep breath, confidently looked at Lin Ziming:

"Colonel Lin, this is Shi Yin from the External Relations Department, I'm ready to proceed with the task!"

Looking at this stubborn girl, Lin Ziming opened his mouth but didn't speak.

Then he sighed somewhat complicatedly and said:

"In that case, let's go in together."

After saying that, he took the lead in lifting the tent curtain.

This tent was a large disaster relief facility, primarily used to accommodate patients, with a capacity for over 20 people.

As Lin Ziming and the others entered the tent,

Red Dragon was among several barbarians of different ages, talking around a bed brought by the merchant team.

The stench they smelled upon entering came from this bed.

Possibly to allow for breathing space, Red Dragon and the others were standing with wide gaps between them, providing a clear view of the bed.

This moment revealed a weak male barbarian lying on the bed, his face flushed, sweating profusely, and his limbs faintly trembling.

The lower half of his body was only covered by a blanket, with a spittoon from the 90s often seen in childhood memories underneath.

This spittoon was filled with a large amount of excrement, mixed with pus and blood, an extremely disgusting scene.

Beside this barbarian, an elderly physician was feeding him some kind of herb.

Lin Ziming had a vague suspicion and then looked at Red Dragon, asking:

"Red Dragon Commander, who is this brother...?"

Red Dragon wasn't surprised at all by Lin Ziming's appearance. He looked at the patient with a heavy heart, then led the group to the tent entrance, sighing:

"He's called Gutong, the accountant of the Barbarian Merchant Team, similar to a central domain accountant.

As you can see, he has Tianjue.

It's a common disease in the barbarian tribes, with a high mortality rate below the Mountain Opening Realm.

I'm not hiding anything from you, Steward Lin.

Many ordinary tribesmen die from Tianjue every year in the barbarian tribes."

Lin Ziming raised his eyelids and glanced at him, asking curiously:

"Red Dragon Commander, is there no spirit medicine for this disease?"

Although he wasn't clear on the specific symptoms of Tianjue, from what Red Dragon said, it was easy to deduce:

Tianjue was certainly a contagious disease.

Contagious diseases are extremely common in local history and have led to numerous tragic cases in human civilization.

For example, the Black Death and cholera in Europe.

In ancient Huaxia, there were outbreaks of plague, smallpox, etc.

Especially in times of undeveloped medicine, an epidemic could easily lead to the extinction of a small civilization.

But Damo Realm is different; it has spirit medicines and pills.

Although the medical level in Damo Realm hasn't yet developed to the microscopic level, some spirit pills have effects several times better than local medicines.

So theoretically, such contagious diseases shouldn't be incurable.

In response to Lin Ziming's query, Red Dragon let out a bitter laugh:

"Steward Lin, spirit medicine can treat Tianjue.

For instance, the first-level Qingning Pill from the central domain, a decoction mixed with Jade Sun Vine and Fuling Grass from the Celestial Moon Mountain Range, may even cure it in a single dose.

But, Manager Lin, did you know....?

Tianjue doesn't just stop recurring after successful treatment; on the contrary, its recurrence rate is very high.

Moreover, the Qingning Pill or Jade Sun Vine and Fuling Grass combos are valued as spirit plants, very costly.

A few plants are okay, but how many people are there in an entire tribe?

Long-term consumption of these spirit plants is a burden even for some large clans."

Inside the tent.

As he continued talking,

Red Dragon couldn't help but appear somewhat nostalgic.

Just as he said,

When a highly recurrent and infectious disease appears, treating it with only spirit medicine is impractical economically.

Unless you can cure it completely with one dose, which very clearly, Tianjue isn't.

Therefore, the Yange Tribe established a rule long ago:

Direct tribe members can take a spirit medicine when Tianjue breaks out, ordinary members based on situation and contribution.

If it recurs, except for the direct heir, no one else is qualified for more spirit medicine.

The man lying on the sickbed, named Gutong, belonged to the former:

Though he was a direct member of the Yange Tribe, he had it once five years ago.

He managed to save his life then, but he used up his quota.

Thus, with this recurrence of Tianjue, he can only rely on regular herbs, akin to gambling on luck.

Hearing this, Lin Ziming couldn't help but sigh.

This indeed is a tragic situation, especially for the sick individual, it's almost like waiting for death.

He then asked again:

"Red Dragon Commander, what exactly are the symptoms of Tianjue that make it so troublesome?"

Perhaps wanting to vent the frustration inside, Red Dragon did not hold back:

"Those with Tianjue first experience a fever all over, followed by weakness in the limbs.

Then there's abdominal pain, discharge becomes thinner, sometimes even with pus and blood.

Finally, they end up weakly breathing, fading into oblivion."

Lin Ziming listened quietly, and the more he heard, the wider his eyes became.

At last, he couldn't hold back:

"Damn, isn't this just dysentery?"

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