Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
Elvis touched Gu Mengmeng’s burning hot body, the fever had e ferociously, and it was a difficult battle for Elvis. He walked around in circles anxiously and kept asking himself, “What should I do? What should I do?!”
His eyes scanned around the cave, trying to find anything that might make Gu Mengmeng better.
Potato? No, Xiao Meng had said before, potatoes were able to go with any food, it was to be used for meat stews.
Sweet potato? No, not this one too. Xiao Meng had said sweet potatoes were the carbohydrates to deal with hunger.
Preserved meat? Did not feel right either…
Preserved dried fish? No no, these were wrong too!
Wait a moment.
Dried fish… seemed possible.
Elvis suddenly remembered, the last time Gu Mengmeng jumped into a pond and caught a cold, he sent the message with beast words to Lea on the way back to the cave. That day, Lea had asked Sandy to bring over a pot of fish.
“Fish… Fish fish fish!” Elvis took over a hide and used it to secure Gu Mengmeng to his arms. He looked funny, like a countrywoman in the villages using a red cloth to tie her child on her back while doing farm work. But he had tied Gu Mengmeng into his arms, because the temperature of his abdomen was a little higher and it was also softer, such that Gu Mengmeng could sleep more fortably.
After securing Gu Mengmeng, Elvis quickly went to the inner regions of the cave and took the preserved fish that Gu Mengmeng had dried. These fishes were already processed and ready to eat. Elvis not sure if preserved fish had the same effect, but right now there were no better ways available.
He threw in two huge chunks of dried fish into the steaming stone pot with snow water boiling. With the two chunks of fish meat threw inside, the bubbles immediately disappeared. Elvis did not bother about it anymore, but continued to walk even deeper into the cave. Ginger! He remembered Gu Mengmeng had called that thing ginger, and Lea had asked Sandy to used that to make fish stews for Gu Mengmeng.
Elvis looked at the mountain high pile of ginger that Lea had sent in day by day before the winter season and frowned.
How much… should he put?
Looking down at Gu Mengmeng’s face getting redder and redder, obviously in huge pain,
Elvis thought, she must be seriously ill and he should put more in!
Elvis’s claws that could easily grab a basketball dug into the pile of ginger and scooped out two handfuls. He went back to the fire pit and threw all the gingers into the pot, until the boiling water was overflowing and sizzled in the fire. Elvis then lightly patted Gu Mengmeng whom was in his arms, while anxiously looking after the ‘medicine’, or the pot full of ginger and dried fish.
Elvis did not know to what extent it should be cooked, but he sensed a thick ginger smell, together with a strange odor.
Indeed, if Elvis had cooked before, he would have realized that this odor was called ‘burned’ (?)
After persisting for a while more, Elvis saw black smoke ing out from the pot and strange noises were heard at the bottom.
Nodding his head, Elvis believed that this was a sign of the ‘medicine’ being pleted. So he took the pot off the fire pit, although it was burning his hand, he did not care a single bit.
Firmly putting the ‘medicine’ at one side and scooping a spoonful of something that could not be identified as fish nor ginger, Elvis brought it to Gu Mengmeng’s mouth. He forted her gently, “Xiao Meng, good girl, open your mouth and eat the medicine, you won’t be in pain after that.”
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