Wang Yan ultimately didn't have the heart to abandon this group of people who seemed so eager to meet their end. How could they be so miserable and yet still spread the glory of the God of Light across the land?
Although he had his pride, turning his back on these people didn't align with Wang Yan's principles as a god.
Of course, the most fundamental reason was that Wang Yan had invested a lot of money and energy into this tribe. If he were to abandon them now, all that investment would be lost. The thought of losing money he had saved for years made his heart ache...
In the cave.
The rice and mustard tubers had been completely consumed by the primitive people, and the remaining supplies were untouched, stacked neatly in a dry corner—no one dared to touch them.
Patriarch Caesar followed Wang Yan, mumbling about what had happened during his absence.
From his account, Wang Yan learned that five days after his departure, the heavy rain finally stopped. During those difficult five days, they had survived on the rice Wang Yan had left behind.
However, by the second day, the battery lights left by Wang Yan had gone out; by the fourth day, the gas stove could no longer emit flames.
Fiddling with the four exhausted battery lights, Wang Yan asked with a somber face, "Did you leave all four lights on all night?"
"Of course, we like the light..." Caesar's response was matter-of-fact.
Uh!
That reasoning was so powerful that Wang Yan suddenly lost all patience.
Even without electricity, people on Earth turn off their lights when they go to sleep. Who leaves them on all night?
And all four lights on at once? No amount of energy could sustain that!
Are you afraid of the dark?
Seeing Wang Yan's stern expression, Caesar explained cautiously, "Great God of Light, although we left the lights on all night, we stationed two strong Warriors of the Guard under each light..."
If you had ten people standing guard, they'd all be dead by now!
Wang Yan suddenly felt so tired that he didn't even bother to explain.
Separated by several galaxies, he and the thoughts of these primitive people were on entirely different wavelengths.
Being a god isn't easy!
Caesar sighed, "Great God of Light, when the night lost its light, and the flames no longer burned, we thought you had abandoned us..."
"..." Wang Yan stared at him. He hadn't thought of that before, but now the idea had crossed his mind.
Immediately after, Caesar became excited again and continued, "But the supplies you left behind were still there, so we persevered, and sure enough, you came back! Almighty God of Light, thank you for blessing our tribe!"
"There's no need to be polite with me, I'm the one who should..." Wang Yan muttered in frustration.
He rummaged through the supplies and found the emergency medicine he had bought, including a can of badger oil.
At the time, he had bought it along with other emergency supplies, but he hadn't expected to need it so soon.
Badger oil is very effective in treating burns, but there was only a small amount. After using it on some of the most severely burned patients, the bottle was empty.
However, Wang Yan couldn't blame himself—when he had bought the medicine, he hadn't considered that the primitive tribe would cause such institutionalized damage!
While Wang Yan applied the badger oil to the burned patients, Shaman Nicholas stayed by his side the entire time, watching the process intently.
After Wang Yan finished applying the medicine, the shaman observed the effects, his eyes wide with amazement.
God is truly almighty.
In the tribe, the shaman's duty was to engage in superstitions and heal the sick. Of course, compared to superstitions, healing was his main business.
This is why the shaman's power in the tribe was second only to the patriarch's.
However, after comparing Wang Yan's miraculous medicine, the shaman's pride immediately diminished, plummeting to rock bottom.
Nicholas suddenly felt a deep sense of crisis. To maintain his status as a shaman, he needed to change this situation.
So the shaman knelt on the ground without hesitation and clung tightly to Wang Yan's leg: "Almighty God of Light, please grant me the ability to heal and save people."
This was in line with his personal style. When Wang Yan had given the patriarch a new name, Nicholas had also been the first to ask for one.
People who are proactive and thick-skinned always have more opportunities.
When he was in the unit, Wang Yan had looked down on those who always sought to show off in front of the leader, but he had to admit that they always received more benefits. After all, when the leader had something to give, he thought of them first.
"No problem." Wang Yan agreed cheerfully.
Wang Yan was the master of the planet, but judging by his actions over the past few days, he was practically becoming a babysitter.
But his main job was to guide the development of civilization. It was impossible for him to do everything by himself—the tribe's development depended on them.
Besides, the time ratio between the two worlds was as high as one to thirty. One day on Earth would be a month here. Just like this time, if he hadn't returned in time, the primitive tribe he had invested so much in might have been wiped out.
Therefore, to ensure the healthy and orderly development of the tribe and to make sure Wang Yan's investment could be recouped, he had to delegate when necessary.
It was essential to train a qualified doctor.
OK!
Wang Yan was educated in the arts, not medicine, and he wasn't capable of training qualified doctors.
However, the living conditions of the primitive tribe were extremely poor, and death was common.
It would be enough to have a charlatan doctor who could identify symptoms and administer medicine reasonably.
No one asked for a perfect prescription anyway.
Moreover, the shamans of the primitive tribe could only treat illnesses without guaranteeing a cure—life and death were left to the will of God, and medical malpractice didn't exist.
Taking the delighted shaman to the cave, Wang Yan found all the medicine among the supplies.
There wasn't much medicine in the storage box.
It mainly consisted of over-the-counter cold and anti-inflammatory medicines, treatments for traumatic injuries, gastrointestinal issues, and some basic medical supplies like bandages and dressings.
Their use was simple, and any literate Earthling could use them according to the instructions.
However, the people of the primitive tribe communicated with Wang Yan through spiritual resonance and didn't know how to read. The words on the medicine packaging were like a heavenly script to them.
Wang Yan had to teach the shaman how to use and dose each medicine.
Shaman Nicholas took his learning seriously, but his progress was extremely slow. The colorful medicines all looked the same to him. It was like asking a baby learning to speak to suddenly master addition, subtraction, multiplication, and division—it was overwhelming.
The shaman could only memorize the information by heart, without understanding the principles behind it.
After much effort, Wang Yan managed to teach the shaman which medicine to use for certain symptoms, as well as how to administer them. It was exhausting, but finally, he had trained a makeshift doctor for his tribe.
Hard work.
And he had been so busy that he hadn't even had breakfast!
The primitive people weren't prepared to say anything except offer him a bloody animal head. They were all waiting for him to provide relief food!
Wang Yan understood—no wonder he had been given so many superpowers. Promoting civilization on a planet by oneself is a task beyond human capacity. Without these superpowers, he would have been overwhelmed long ago!