“Ah-Choo~”
She sneezed, shivering from the drenching rain, feeling hot and cold alternately. ...
It seemed like she had caught a cold and was running a fever.
Na’er Xiu had never had any experience interacting with females, and individuals of insect tribe were physically robust, rarely falling ill or running a fever.
He was momentarily taken aback and then extended his palm to touch her forehead.
The scorching temperature made him quickly withdraw his hand.
“Little female, are you sick?”
His eyebrows furrowed, and his initially playful tone turned colder. He had, after all, lived in a regular Beastman tribe for several years, so he had some common knowledge.
Females were even more fragile than he had imagined.
He had barely flown out, and she was already sick. There was still nearly half a month of travel ahead.
What should he do now?
Medical conditions in the beast world were primitive, and a common cold or fever could potentially take a beast's life.