I am a Primitive Man

Chapter 319: Poison

It was evening.

The weather was gradually getting hotter, and the days were becoming longer.

It wasn't until the sun set that the weather began to cool down.

The newly built houses in the Green Sparrow tribe had been leveled, and it was time to build the roofs.

People in the fields, houses, or by the river hastened their work in the fantastic evening, hoping to get more done during this time.

At the cooking cave, wisps of smoke rose slowly as several people busied themselves, cooking delicious-smelling meals that wafted through the air with the evening breeze, adding to the tribe's tranquility and warmth.

A stack of clean dishes was placed near the cave, and soup bowls were served from a large basin.

As the call for dinner echoed, people scattered around the courtyard and its surroundings began to gather towards the dining area.

The second Senior Brother, who had been sleeping against the wall for a while, pushed himself up with difficulty and made his way to the dining area.

The few people in the tribe responsible for cooking had received Han Cheng's instructions and perfectly cooked the soup.

After everyone had served themselves soup in order, they dispersed to eat their meals around the area.

The second Senior Brother also carried a bowl and tried his best to eat.

A primitive person who couldn't eat wasn't an excellent primitive person. Despite having little appetite, he forced himself to eat quite a bit.

There were no lamps at night, so dinner was usually served before dark.

It was at this time that something happened.

Smack!

Thud!

Han Cheng set down his empty bowl, preparing to leave with Bai Xue, who had also finished eating.

But just as they took a few steps, they heard these sounds.

Startled, Han Cheng quickly looked toward the noise, only to see a mess not far away.

A clay bowl lay shattered on the ground, its contents spilled, steaming hot.

Next to the broken bowl and spilled soup lay a person.

Seeing this scene, Han Cheng's heart skipped a beat.

He thought it was over. He had thought Second Senior Brother could hold on for a while longer, but it seemed not!

With this thought in mind, he pushed Bai Xue aside and ran towards the scene.

As he ran, Han Cheng suddenly paused because the second senior brother was approaching with a bowl in hand.

If it wasn't Second Senior Brother, then who?

With this hesitation, he didn't stop his feet, and soon he was by the fallen person's side.

He turned the fallen figure over, and only then did he recognize who it was.

It wasn't someone else—it was Liang, the one he had brought to the pit, aspiring to become a doctor!

The sky hadn't completely darkened yet, and in the evening light, Han Cheng could see that Liang's face was somewhat purple.

His lips were tinged with black.

His body trembled uncontrollably.

He was poisoned!

Accustomed to walking by the river, who wouldn't get wet shoes? Liang, who had grown bolder and often tasted herbs, had fallen victim today.

"Don't eat anymore!"

Han Cheng's immediate reaction was that Liang had poisoned himself by tasting too many herbs. Then he realized tonight's soup contained wild vegetables, which might be the herbs!

Han Cheng immediately shouted to stop everyone and instructed them to check each other to see if anyone else was showing signs of poisoning.

At the same time, he asked for assistance in quickly straightening Liang's body, lifting his neck to open his airway.

After some thought, he instructed someone to quickly fetch a large spoonful of dung from the pit behind the toilet.

Saving a life was urgent, and there was no time to consider much else.

Tie Tou swiftly obeyed the order and dashed off. Meanwhile, Han Cheng received reports from others that no one else was showing any abnormalities.

Han Cheng carefully checked himself and felt no discomfort, which brought him some relief.

Everything was fine as long as it wasn't collective food poisoning!

Seeing that Tie Tou hadn't returned yet, Han Cheng instructed someone to carry Liang toward the direction of the toilet. Every second counted in this life-or-death situation.

"He's coming, he's coming!"

Tie Tou's loud shout rang out, and Han Cheng had someone lay Liang down while waiting for Tie Tou to arrive.

"Pour it down his throat!" Han Cheng said without hesitation.

Tie Tou and the people around him were stunned.

What? Pour this stuff down his throat?

"What are you standing around for? Hurry up and pour!"

"Oh!"

After a moment of hesitation, Tie Tou tilted the dung scoop and poured it into Liang's mouth.

However, Liang was unconscious at this point and couldn't swallow it.

Han Cheng panicked and quickly ordered someone to pry open Liang's mouth.

Before Eldest Senior Brother and the others could act, Liang woke up.

Still groggy from waking up, Liang felt the dung scoop nearby. Realizing what it was, he immediately retched violently, bringing up bile.

"Divine Child?"

Tie Tou, holding the dung scoop, asked weakly as if he wanted to continue pouring.

Han Cheng retched and quickly waved his hand, telling Tie Tou to take the dung away and bring water for Liang to drink. He urged Liang to drink as much as he could.

After drinking to the point of being bloated, Han Cheng instructed him to vomit out the water he had drunk. However, Liang couldn't vomit.

Han Cheng shouted for Tie Tou, who hadn't gone far, to come back with something with a pungent smell.

Seeing this potent weapon, Liang immediately vomited again.

"Divine Child..."

Liang weakly called out, looking at the water in the jar before him, unable to swallow it.

He had already drunk four times and vomited four times.

"No, you must drink. If you don't, you'll be poisoned to death!"

Han Cheng's face turned stern, and he spoke with great severity.

At this point, there was no clever solution, only to wash Liang's stomach like this.

Hopefully, he hadn't ingested those things too long and could recover his life with this method.

With determination, Liang swallowed another half jar of water.

Tie Tou had become quite proficient in his task. Seeing that Liang hadn't immediately vomited after drinking, he shook the dung scoop in front of Liang's face...

"Urgh~"

After being subjected to this torture eight times in a row, Liang felt like he had endured a cruel punishment.

Pale-faced, soaked all over, and weak, he was carried into the room. After a short while, he closed his eyes...

Han Cheng released his wrist and let out a long sigh.

Liang had fallen asleep, but his complexion was grim.

Han Cheng stayed by his side without leaving. Whether this guy could survive depended on whether he could survive tonight.

"Urgh~"

Not long after falling asleep, Liang leaned over the edge of the bed and began vomiting again. Apart from some bile, there was nothing else.

After vomiting, he shivered uncontrollably, curled up into a ball, and kept moaning about stomach pain.

Han Cheng had someone bring a large bowl of warm water and helped Liang sit up to drink it.

The goal was to flush out the poison from his body through internal circulation.

Apart from this, there was nothing else they could do but comfort him and encourage him constantly.