Chapter 591

The trip to the tribe still had over an hour to go. The car had just started moving when Feng Jiacheng fell into a deep sleep, astonishingly not waking up halfway through. He was awakened by Song Ye. "Where's Ah Zhao?" "He's gone to tell the Chief we need to stay a few more nights." As Song Ye helped Feng Jiacheng up, he asked, "How are you feeling? Better now?" Sleeping had helped him feel much better, but Feng Jiacheng expressed his concerns: "You left him to negotiate?" In Feng Jiacheng's mind, could Ning Zhao possibly have a civil conversation with anyone? Song Ye laughed, "In these parts, what's more valuable than gold is medicine. Mr. Fisher is a doctor, the whole tribe respects him." That hadn't occurred to Feng Jiacheng. "Let's go," Song Ye offered to carry the luggage, "We need to settle-in first." Feng Jiacheng climbed out of the car and immediately noticed the tribal huts, made of yellow mud and thatched roofs. A few children wearing shorts were squatting outside playing wit