I am a primitive

Han Cheng felt himself carefully, and there was no discomfort, so he let out a sigh of relief.

It's good if it's not collective food poisoning, it's good if it's not collective food poisoning!

Seeing that Tietou hadn't come over yet, Han Cheng asked someone to carry Liang to the direction of the toilet. At this time, the race against time was life-threatening.

"I'm coming!"

The voice of Tietou shouted, and Han Cheng asked Liang to put it down, and after putting it down, Tietou also came to him.

"Down him!"

Han Cheng said without hesitation.

Tietou and the people around him were stunned.

What?

Do you pour this thing down?

"What are you doing in a daze? Hurry up!"

"Oh!"

The stunned iron head responded, tilted the dung ladle, and poured it into Liang's mouth.

It's just that Liang is now in a coma and can't drink it.

Han Cheng was in a hurry and called for someone to pry Liang's mouth open.

Before the elder brother and the others could make a move, Liang himself had already woken up.

When he just woke up, he was still a little confused. When he saw the dung ladle not far from his head, he reached out to touch his face. When he realized something, he vomited in a dizzy instant, and vomited out all the bile.

"Son of God?"

The iron head holding the dung ladle asked loudly, as if wanting to continue pouring.

Han Cheng retched, and quickly waved his hands to let Tietou quickly take Xiang away, and called for someone to bring water, and asked Liang to drink desperately.

After drinking enough, he asked him to spit out the water he drank, but Liang couldn't spit it out.

Han Cheng yelled, and Tietou, who hadn't gone far, came back with something full of smell.

Seeing the murder weapon, Liang immediately vomited in a daze.

"God... Son of God..."

Liang cried weakly, looking at the water in the jar in front of him, he couldn't swallow it anymore.

He had already drank four times and vomited four times.

"No, you must drink it, or you will be poisoned to death if you don't drink it!"

Han Cheng scowled and said very sternly.

At this time, there is no clever way, but to wash Liang's stomach like this.

I hope he didn't eat those things for a long time, and he can use this method to save his life.

Liang shook his head, and half a jar of water went down again.

Tietou was already very proficient in his business. Seeing that Liang was going to drink it, he didn't vomit immediately, but immediately shook the dung ladle in his hand in front of Liang...

"Yuck~"

After washing eight times in a row, for Liang, the torture-like torture was completely over.

His face was pale, his body was water-stained, and he was extremely weak. He was carried into the room, and after a while, he closed his eyes...

Han Cheng let go of his wrist and let out a long breath.

This guy is asleep.

It's just that his face is ugly and cruel.

Han Chengshou stayed by his side and did not leave. Whether this guy can survive depends on whether he can survive tonight.

"Yuck~"

Not long after falling asleep, Liang lay down on the edge of the kang and vomited again. There was nothing but bile.

After vomiting, he shivered, curled up into a ball, and kept shouting that his stomach hurt.

Han Cheng asked someone to get a large bowl of warm water, helped Liang up, and let him drink it.

Strive to expel the poison in the body through internal circulation.

Other than that, there is no way to think about it, all I can do is to comfort him and cheer him up...

Chapter 2 The gods also sleep

After tossing like this for nearly a night, until it was almost dawn, the bright state was considered to be stable, and he fell into a deep sleep.

Han Cheng stayed here for a while, seeing that Liang seemed to be all right, he looked at the elder brother and others in the room who also hadn't slept all night, waved his hands quietly, and arranged things in a low voice.

Arrange a person to replace Liang's spouse to guard Liang here, and let the rest go back to rest.

"Son of God..."

The elder brother and the others worried about Liang's situation, and only went to sleep in peace after learning from Han Cheng that Liang was basically fine.

Han Cheng dragged the drowsy Bai Xuemei to his room.

This girl, Han Cheng asked her to go back to sleep, she refused, and insisted on staying here with Han Cheng, and then she couldn't help dozing off, so Han Cheng let her sleep on another kang in the room.

It was the lowest temperature of the day at this time, and it seemed very cold to go out of the house.

Bai Xuemei held Han Cheng's hand tightly, not knowing whether it was cold or fear, her body was shaking a little.

Han Cheng looked up at the sky, and there were a few scattered stars in the white night sky.

In the later generations, he didn't think the ancestors in the myths and legends were so great.

Now that I have returned to the primitive era, after experiencing these things myself, I can deeply appreciate the difficulty of the ancestors.

He has mottled knowledge and insights that are tens of thousands of years ahead, and he is still struggling in this era, bumping into walls everywhere.