Lin Ziming took out a bottle of mineral water from his backpack and handed it to Bao Xin, saying with a sigh:
"Dean Bao, thank you for your hard work. Have a sip of water.
The situation seems about as I expected... Well, my first aid knowledge wasn't learned in vain.
By the way, Dean Bao, have you discussed the latter part of our plan with the Red Dragon Commander?"
Bao Xin gulped down more than half of the bottle, then wiped his mouth and said:
"Of course I have. That big brother is surprisingly calm, though he keeps staring at my white coat and the injection needle.
Seeing his curiosity, I gave him a shot of glucose, and now he's clamoring for another one."
"....."
Lin Ziming was silent for a few seconds, then suddenly thought of something and asked:
"Academician Bao, have you found the cause of the dysentery infection among the tribespeople?"
Bao Xin nodded lightly, his expression turning serious:
