When Ye Wuwu began to recount every detail of the warriors' journeys to other tribes, Li Qing's eyes widened, his ears perked up, and he listened intently, not daring to miss a single detail.

Ye Wu spoke slowly and patiently. He thought of many things that Li Qing hadn't considered, and he explained them to Li Qing in detail one by one.

The soldiers didn't actually spend much time going out, but Ye Wu still spent a long time carefully telling Li Qing about these things.

After a long while, Ye Wu finally opened his somewhat dry lips: "These are all. These are the memories I read from them."

Li Qing nodded. He listened attentively, glanced gratefully at Wu, and his memories began to flow back. He carefully considered every detail Ye Wu described, trying to analyze the problem.

Li Qing rubbed his temples.

Actually, when Ye Wu finished telling the whole story, he already had a bad feeling.

Whether it was trading with other tribes or the food they ate on the road, everything was perfectly normal. Those tribes were just having normal contact with the warriors of the Qingye tribe, and it was impossible for them to poison them at that time. As for the food they ate on the way, it was all very normal food, some very common fruits, meat, and some fish. Li Qing often ate these things himself. Soon, he dismissed his initial thought—that it was a problem with the food.

“This is strange,” Li Qing frowned, seeing Ye Wu and Xiong Ga looking at him expectantly. He swallowed his words and continued to pretend to be deep in thought. “Then where exactly is the problem? Could there be traitors in the Qingye tribe? Did they poison us? No, that’s even more impossible. Even though the Qingye tribe is weak, it’s peaceful and has no worries about food and drink. Its natural conditions are much better than other tribes. It’s not even in the same league as my Honghua tribe. How could such a tribe have traitors? Unless they’re not smart enough to enjoy their good life and choose to live a life full of dangers.”

Li Qing lowered his head and focused his attention on the soldiers who were immersed in pain, his mind in turmoil.

Think it over, think it over carefully, there must be something I've overlooked, Li Qing told himself. For the sake of Manghu's tribe or for Chu's sake, he must find out where the problem lies.

Li Qing quickly recalled what Ye Wu had said, and at the same time stood up to observe the appearance of these warriors when they fell ill.

Many soldiers had blood trickling from the corners of their mouths, and they were drenched in sweat. The intense pain was unbearable for even the most resilient soldiers, and they groaned in agony, casting pleading glances at Ye Wu.

Ye Wu was also very anxious. Despite his great abilities, he was powerless to help in this situation and could only watch helplessly.

Xiong Ga was both anxious and distressed. He said urgently, "Li Qing, how about I take you to the Red Flower Tribe and ask Cang to come here!"

"If we can save them, we'll agree to whatever conditions you ask for!" Xiong Ga said quickly. "Please, Cang is the most skilled doctor in this area, and he's the only one who can save them now!"

The chief of a tribe, a man of great stature, has begun to humble himself and beg for help for the sake of the tribe's offspring, and his tone is completely devoid of any hypocrisy or affectation!

Ye Wu tentatively asked, "Li Qing, how's it going on your end? Have you thought of anything?"

"If all else fails..." Ye Wu's voice carried a hint of pleading, "Could you grant the chief's request and have Cang come here?"

Mang Hu, who had been too afraid to speak until the very end, trembled slightly. Just as he was about to say something, he heard a hint of surprise in Li Qing's voice, "Wait a minute!"

"What?"

Li Qing squatted down next to a man with milder symptoms. He ran his index finger along the corner of the man's mouth, scraping out some pale yellow powder mixed with blood. Li Qing didn't mind, and after smelling it, his tone became more certain. "I think I know! Don't worry, they won't die anytime soon, and there's definitely hope!"

"Really?"

"Xiong Ga exclaimed in surprise."

Li Qing nodded and asked Xiong Ga, "After they returned to their tribe, did you feed them this?"

Xiong Ga was a little puzzled, but when he saw the clump of yellow powder, he nodded and said nonchalantly, "Yes, could it be this thing that caused them to get sick? But we've been eating this for a long time."

Ye Wu nodded slowly: "I first discovered that this fruit is edible after being slightly heated, and it tastes quite good. Is there something wrong with it?"

"There's nothing wrong with it itself; in fact, it's very nutritious and can relieve fatigue and satisfy hunger. However, it's extremely addictive, and if you eat too much, you'll experience the symptoms they're currently seeing—fortunately, it's just diarrhea for now. If the symptoms were more severe, they could very well die immediately!"

Li Qing looked at the soldiers on the ground with concern and asked Xiong Ga, "Did they eat a lot of these fruits?"

Xiong Ga shook his head. "We rarely have this kind of fruit here. We don't usually eat it ourselves. It's usually given as a reward to the people in the tribe. They probably ate some when they returned to the tribe, but I don't know exactly how much..."

"I'll go ask!"

Manghu finally found an opportunity to help. He hurriedly left after saying a few words, and soon returned with an older man. When he was called over, he already looked very panicked. After Ye Wu and Xiong Ga conveyed the problem to him in their tribe's language, the man's face turned even paler with fear.

He rattled on and on, the burly man almost in tears, and as if to express his loyalty, he frantically pounded his chest, seemingly to testify for himself.

Ye Wu turned to Li Qing and relayed the big man's meaning to him: "He said that the warriors here did indeed each grab three or four large handfuls of fruit and eat them."

Three or four handfuls...

Modern people can only eat four or five of these at a time, which is already a lot. But primitive people... they had a lot of them, probably a dozen or so. If you add up these three or four handfuls, conservatively speaking, wouldn't each person have thirty or forty of them?

Thinking of this, Li Qing's face turned green: "If we divide them like this, each person will have to eat dozens of them, right?"

This time, Manghu acted as the translator. Manghu relayed the great man's innocence to the other three through his own words: "He said he had no choice. Normally, the production of this kind of fruit is very limited, and its consumption is strictly controlled so that the people of each tribe can eat it whenever they want. But when he saw that these warriors had indeed brought back a lot of things and were very tired, he didn't try to stop them and let them eat their fill."