Sure enough, the tribe considered resurrecting the shaman doctor. However, because the shaman doctor had insulted the goddess, they ultimately refrained from asking the goddess for his resurrection.

Chief Nita slowly approached Xi Yue and knelt before her.

Immediately afterward, the chief’s wife, Nu, Little Nuo, Mengde, and the others knelt toward Xi Yue.

“Goddess, please save us. Save our people!”

“Master, can you cure my people? Please save them!”

Xi Yue said calmly, “I can save them, but there’s one thing that must be made clear. I’m not a goddess, but a doctor. Malaria is a disease that mainly relies on people’s willpower to survive. I’m not 100% sure if I can cure you all!”

Upon hearing Xi Yue’s words, everyone in the Cangda Tribe knelt, muttering to the goddess and kowtowing.

With tears in his eyes, the chief said sobbingly, “We will follow the goddess’s instruction. As long as most of the tribe people can survive, our Cangda Tribe will always be grateful for the kindness of the goddess.”

…

In the next few days, the Cangda Tribe had a new face.

The tribe was isolated into two parts. Those who were sick lived at the foot of the mountain, and those who were not sick lived above the mountainside.

Xi Yue organized the patients into separate groups based on the stages of their illness, categorizing them into the first, second, and third stages of malaria, respectively.

Many people in the tribe who were not sick came forward to assist Xi Yue.

Xi Yue had them change into clean robes and cover their mouths and noses to prevent the recurrence of malaria.

At the foot of the mountain, it was now bustling with activity.

Kulun led the recovered Qi’er. Together with Mengde, they pointed at the densely written text on a piece of paper and spoke loudly.

“The goddess said that the water in the Naven River must not be consumed directly from now on. It must be boiled to kill… kill the pathogens in it, yes, the pathogens!”

“All things used by patients must be buried, especially vomit and feces. They must be disposed of using the method instructed by the goddess. Otherwise, more people will be infected.”

“Also, the Sweet Wormwood in our area has been harvested fully. The goddess said that this is the most important medicine for treating malaria. She suggested everyone search along the upper reaches of the Naven River to see if we could find more.”

The people listening below immediately responded with excitement, “I know! I know where to find Sweet Wormwood! Let me lead you there right away. I am certain that there is enough for everyone in our tribe!”

Originally, the Cangda tribe was lifeless, but now it was filled with laughter. Although many people were still not fully recovered, they had begun to see hope for survival.

Someone looked at the temporary structure called the “hospital” and couldn’t help but sigh, “The goddess is truly remarkable. Ever since she arrived, no one has fallen ill. Many who were close to death have also been saved.”

“Nonsense, if the goddess is not remarkable, who else can?”

“What I admire most about the goddess is that she never keeps her medical methods a secret. She explains everything clearly in every step of brewing Sweet Wormwood and caring for patients.”

“Yes, exactly! When the goddess has free time, she even teaches Little Nuo to recognize herbs and provides treatment to the elderly in the tribe. The previous shaman doctors have never done these things.”

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