"Yifan, I can't take it anymore..."
Yan Luxiao clutched her stomach and sat on a large rock under the tree, her eyes painfully looking at Jian Yifan.
It's unclear whether it's the aftereffects of eating the wild loquats that upset her stomach, or the compressed biscuits being too dry these past few days.
Since last night, Yan Luxiao has vaguely felt some stomach pain.
And now, it's reached a point where she can no longer endure it.
"Sister Yan, don't endure if you can't, your health is important."
Speaking in a deep voice, Jian Yifan, in a rush, fetched a signal flare and fired it.
Then, he took out some purified water for Yan Luxiao to drink.
"I don't want to drink..."
Yan Luxiao shook her head, beads of sweat rolled down her forehead.
Jian Yifan rummaged through the bag again.
He remembered he brought some emergency medication.
As things scattered all over the place, rummaging through the medical box, he found he only brought antidotes and fever medication.
