Seeing Satan covered in blood and bite marks, Qingshan asked Zhanfeng to get an electric razor for shaving dogs. He shaved off all the long hair on Satan's neck and neck, and then had someone rinse Satan thoroughly and carry him to the lounge.

Qingshan smiled at Master Suo and said, "Master Suo, I was able to get this dog today thanks to your help. I'll give you two jars of good wine as a token of my gratitude. Please don't despise me!"

It only took a word for Master Suo to testify for Qingshan. He didn't expect that the little girl was so considerate and even gave him some good wine. Master Suo liked Qingshan even more.

"Haha, little girl, don't be so polite. It's just a piece of cake! I heard from Zhan Kunpeng that Afeng has a master named Chen Qingshan. I guess that must be you! Your skill in removing the ox-hair needle is really funny. Master Suo admires you! If you have time to go to Kowloon, come find Master Suo. Master Suo will treat you to tea!"

"It's a deal!"

Wang Jinsuo then said to Zhan Feng, "Ah Feng, I still like you! Give your father my regards and tell him I'll come to visit him in person some other day!"

Zhan Feng quickly agreed, and took his master and four staff members, carrying Satan away.

Qingshan had Satan carried to the lounge, then waved her hand and asked everyone to leave. Even Zhan Feng was driven out by her, under the pretext of giving him time to "move freely".

Qingshan looked around the room. There was a surveillance camera in a corner of the ceiling. With a thought, Qingshan flung out a scalpel, piercing the camera. Qingshan closed his eyes and carefully felt for any signs of being spied on. Only after he felt that there was no longer any sign of being spied on did he approach Satan.

Satan was no longer under the pressure of the ox-hair needle, and although he could move, he had already lost all strength. He lay on the coffee table in the lounge, looking at Qingshan vigilantly.

Qingshan looked at Satan's huge body and felt a little worried. If this wolfdog did not cooperate with the treatment and started to fight with her, Qingshan really didn't know what to do.

Forget it, let’s boil the medicine first and think about how to feed the dog!

Qingshan's mind moved, and he flashed into space. Satan saw the woman who was still looking at him a second ago disappear in an instant. He suddenly raised his head, his ears erect, and had a surprised expression, which was very anthropomorphic.

Qingshan entered the space, and Tuanzi was there too. He was not playing computer games, but was sitting under the jujube tree, whispering to Hongdeng about something.

Seeing Qingshan coming in, Tuanzi ran over with his short legs and threw himself into Qingshan's arms. Qingshan was almost hit by the little fat boy and spit out blood. He quickly took a step back to support Tuanzi's inertia and hugged him with both hands.

"Oh my god! Master, you've lost weight again! You said you were a spirit and that eating was just to satisfy your craving, but why are you actually gaining weight? My goodness, you must have weighed 50 kilograms! Why didn't you play computer games today? You're so good!"

Tuanzi buried her little face in Qingshan's neck, her voice slightly nasal:

"I've always been very well behaved..."

Tuanzi always gave Qingshan the impression of being a naughty boy, and he rarely showed such a soft and obedient side. Qingshan also found it very strange, so he carried him to the bamboo house to find the herbs he needed.

"Shanshan, do you want to save that black wolf?"

Qingshan hummed, and took out whitehead, scutellaria, coptis, qinpi, kudzu root, white peony root and raw licorice from the medicine cabinet, preparing to make whitehead soup.

Pulsatilla, also known as old woman flower, can clear away heat and cool blood. Pulsatilla soup, which uses Pulsatilla as the main ingredient, is a good prescription for treating heat dysentery.

Du Fu, a great Tang Dynasty poet, lived a very difficult life while trapped in the capital. One morning, Du Fu drank a bowl of leftover soup from two days ago. Not long after, he felt severe abdominal pain, diarrhea, and vomiting. However, living in a thatched cottage, he had no money and no one cared about him. A white-haired old man happened to pass by and took pity on Du Fu. After inquiring about his condition, he said, "Let me gather some herbs for you."

The white-haired old man picked a handful of wild grass covered in white hairs and asked Du Fu to boil it into a decoction. After taking the medicine, Du Fu's pain was relieved. He wrote a poem: "I pity myself for my old age, but no one pities me. I pity others, but I am the old man with white hair."

Therefore, the grass was named - White-headed Old Man.