In the days that followed, these six women displayed an amazing will to survive and a passion for their work.

They split into several groups and braved the cold and danger every day to search for various plants designated by the forest wind.

They carefully cleaned, dried, and ground the collected "seasonings" before delivering them to Lin Feng's wooden house in exchange for food.

Lin Feng kept his promise and gave them appropriate compensation based on their work results.

Sometimes it was a piece of dried animal meat, sometimes some sweet potato cakes he baked, and occasionally, if they gathered some rare spices that particularly pleased him.

He would even "reward" them with a small piece of his homemade "Golden Fox Spicy Rice Strips," which they considered to be the most delicious treat.

Each exchange was a source of spiritual encouragement for the women.

They no longer simply waited for death; they earned their right to live through their labor.

Although this "right" was in Lin Feng's hands, at least they saw a glimmer of hope.

They also gained a deeper understanding of Lin Feng's "unfathomable" nature.

The various seasonings they painstakingly searched for and made could always be transformed into wonderful combinations in Lin Feng's hands, combinations that were completely unheard of yet incredibly fragrant.

While they were still struggling to get enough to eat, Lin Feng had already focused his attention on the "luxurious" pursuit of making food more delicious and life more stylish.

"We're still thinking about how to survive, but Mr. Lin Feng... he's already thinking about how to live better."

After the exchange, Su Wanqing held a piece of roasted meat that exuded a rich aroma of spices, muttering to herself with complex emotions in her voice.

This contrast deepened their respect for Lin Feng.

The power of winter was growing stronger each day. Blizzards began to visit the forest more frequently, each time bringing even lower temperatures and thicker snow.

The women's living conditions became increasingly harsh. Despite the food and animal hides provided by Lin Feng, their makeshift shelters were utterly inadequate to withstand the severe cold.

The first to give up was Tangbao, who was the youngest and weakest.

One snowy evening, when the women dragged their weary bodies back to the cave with the small amount of spices they had collected that day, they found Tang Bao curled up in a corner, burning hot, her face flushed, and talking incoherently.

"Tang Bao! Tang Bao, what's wrong?" Qin Lan was shocked and rushed over.

The moment it hit the market, it was met with astonishing popularity. Tangbao has a high fever!

In this primitive wilderness where medical care and medicine are scarce, a high fever often means death.

The women panicked. They soaked cloths in snow water and applied them to Tangbao's forehead, hoping to cool her down, but it was no use.

They tried to feed her water, but Tangbao was already in a semi-comatose state and couldn't swallow at all.

"What should I do? What should I do?" Qian Xiaoxiao was so anxious that she was pacing back and forth, tears welling up in her eyes.

Su Wanqing touched Tang Bao's burning forehead and checked her breath. Her expression was grave as she said, "She has a very high fever. If this continues, she probably won't last much longer."

"We...we're going to find Mr. Lin Feng!" Ruan Mengtian suddenly said, "He's so amazing, he must have a way to save Tang Bao!"

This thought was like a ray of light, illuminating the despair in everyone's hearts.

Yes, Mr. Lin Feng can make such a miraculous drink as "Happy Water," so maybe he really does have a way to cure this disease!

"Yes! Let's go find Mr. Lin Feng!" Qin Lan decided immediately.

"Su Wanqing, you're coming with me! The rest of you stay here to take care of Tangbao!"

Ignoring the wind and snow outside and the darkness that had fallen, the two ran towards Lin Feng's wooden house, their steps uneven.

The cold wind lashed their faces like knives, and the snow was up to their calves, making every step incredibly difficult. But to save Tangbao, they couldn't care less about anything else.

When they appeared breathless and covered in snowflakes in front of Lin Feng's cabin, Lin Feng was leisurely sitting by the warm fireplace, enjoying his newly concocted "mint-flavored happy water" with "ice crystal grass" added, with a plate of golden and crispy potato chips next to him.

Seeing the two women's disheveled and anxious appearance, Lin Feng frowned slightly: "What's wrong?"

"Mr. Lin Feng! Please! Please save Tang Bao!"

As soon as Qin Lan spoke, her voice trembled with tears. She knelt down on the snow with a thud, crying, "Tang Bao... she has a high fever and is dying! Please have mercy and save her!"

Su Wanqing also knelt down, pleading, "Mr. Lin Feng, we know you are very capable. Please help us. We are willing to do anything for you!"

Lin Feng's gaze swept over the two women, landing in the direction they had come from. His tone was completely calm: "A high fever? That's because her body is too weak and she can't adapt to the environment here. Life and death are predestined; what does it have to do with me?"

His words, like the sharpest ice picks, pierced the hearts of Qin Lan and Su Wanqing.

They had anticipated that Lin Feng might refuse or make unreasonable demands, but they never expected him to be so...cold and inhumane.

To him, the loss of a life was nothing more than the death of an ant, insignificant and trivial.

"Mr. Lin Feng... Tang Bao is only eighteen years old... she's still a child!"

Qin Lan's tears flowed uncontrollably as she kowtowed repeatedly, pleading, "If you can save her, we...we are willing to give you everything we have, we will serve you like cattle and horses from now on, just to save her life!"

Lin Feng's expression remained indifferent, even tinged with impatience: "I'm not interested in 'all your things,' nor do I need anyone to be my slave. If it's just for this, you can go back and not disturb my peace."

After saying that, he prepared to turn around and go back into the house.

Just then, a strange feeling, similar to the one he had when making "Happy Water" last time, surged into Lin Feng's heart again without warning!

His brain was struck by an electric current, and then, a flood of complex yet clearly organized medical knowledge poured into his consciousness like a burst dam!

This time, the emerging knowledge is about... antibiotics!

The discovery history of penicillin, the culture conditions of different types of molds, the original methods of purification, dosage control, indications, and even how to use some existing plants and natural minerals as adjunctive treatments for infections...

These professional skills, which were originally like heavenly books to him, are now clearly imprinted in his mind like an innate instinct!

This sudden "knowledge empowerment" made Lin Feng's body tremble slightly, and an indescribable glint instantly flashed in his originally indifferent eyes!

antibiotic!

This is a real "miracle drug".

In this primitive wilderness devoid of any medical means, a bacterial infection is practically a death sentence.

If he could master the method of making antibiotics, it would not only mean that he had a powerful trump card to save his life, but also that he had a "power" that was enough to change the survival rules of this wilderness!

He didn't care whether Tang Bao lived or died. But...

A thought flashed through his mind: wasn't this dying sugar baby a perfect "clinical trial subject"?