Chapter 87 The Youth Was the Mountain Lord?

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The man on the stretcher was pale, his forehead covered with a layer of sweat, looking miserable. "How do you feel?" Asked Fang Qiu solicitously. "Flustered, upset, with an eager to vomit." The man answered with difficulty. "Does it hurt?" Fang Qiu asked again. "The pain is already over. Now I'm a bit numb, upset and feeling like throwing up." Upon hearing his symptoms, Fang Qiu immediately turned to the group and asked, "Do you have sugar? Give him some with hot water. It should make him feel better." "Yes!" Someone answered at once. Fang Qiu nodded and quickly turned around to fetch some short logs and vines from the wood. Over there. Some expedition team members made a cup of sugar water in no time and fed the injured a few sips. "How is it?" Fang Qiu came

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