The cat-beastman was getting anxious.

"Then take Qingchen and the children and run away to another tribe. You can live just as well there."

"No, I'm not going anywhere."

Shen Miao's attitude was very firm.

The cat-beastman was exasperated. "Then I'll go talk to Qingchen."

Shen Miao stopped him and said with a light smile, "Brother Cat, Qingchen is not in good health, so there's no need to talk about this. But I do have something I'd like to ask you. I might be quite busy in the future, so I'll need to trouble you to take care of Qingchen and the babies."

"What's the big deal? I could do it even if you didn't tell me."

Only after the cat-beastman finished speaking did he realize something was wrong; he had agreed without thinking.

He paused for a moment, sighed, and said helplessly, "Fine, whatever you want, as long as you still remember the kids and Qingchen."

Shen Miao said earnestly, "Of course, they are the most important people to me."

Despite saying that, Shen Miao still felt a little guilty when facing Qing Chen. She was afraid that he would think she had acted on her own initiative, but Qing Chen didn't say anything.

Compared to the first time he saw Jiuying's face, which was so dark it looked like it could drip water, he had been very peaceful these past few days.

They didn't ask Shen Miao anything, which relieved her.

That evening.

Shen Miao took some blood from Jiu Ying, locked herself in her room, and began to conduct experiments continuously.

She has all kinds of medicinal herbs in her space, so there's no need to worry about that. She can just take what she needs, which greatly increases Shen Miao's efficiency.

News of her bet with the beastmen spread, and Lin Shousheng came knocking on her door, asking bluntly, "You really made a bet with them?"

Such an absurd thing seemed impossible to Lin Shousheng, but if it happened to Shen Miao, it seemed like nothing was impossible.

"Yes," Shen Miao said with a smile, "Uncle Lin, what brings you here?"

Lin Shousheng stared at her: "Have you lost weight?"

Shen Miao pinched the flesh on her arm: "No, I don't think so."

She only studied it day and night for a day and a night; how could she lose weight so quickly?

Lin Shousheng continued the previous topic, angrily saying, "Don't you know why I'm here? You dared to make that kind of bet? Without you, it would be impossible..."

"Uncle Lin, I might have found a way to cure the mad beast disease," Shen Miao said mysteriously.

Lin Shousheng was interrupted and subconsciously asked, "What?"

Shen Miao showed the medicine she had prepared to Lin Shousheng: "It may not be perfect yet, but I guarantee that this method will work. Just try it a few more times."

"Nonsense!" Lin Shousheng slammed his hand on the table, his beard bristling and eyes wide with anger. "Do you think treating an illness is so easy? You can just mess around with it and it'll be fine. Then we veterinarians wouldn't be needed."

Shen Miao said nonchalantly, "You guys are all-rounders, you can cure anything, but I'm different. I know you're skeptical, my method is a bit old-fashioned, but old-fashioned methods are the most effective."

Lin Shousheng didn't want to talk to her, and waved his hand, "Forget it, you really are a handful."

The old man left hurriedly, hands behind his back, just as he had come.

Shen Miao didn't chase after him, thinking that the old man would figure it out on his own.

To her surprise, when she went to find Lin Shousheng again, the old man refused to open the door no matter what. Shen Miao thought to herself, "This old man has a really big temper." She went around to the window and tried to sneak in.

Upon closer inspection, it was discovered that Lin Shousheng was asleep, slumped over the table he usually used to make medicine.

Shen Miao threw something at him, but the old man remained unconscious.

Shen Miao became a little anxious. Could he have fainted? After all, the old veterinarian was not young.

She dared not delay any longer, pried open the wooden window with her bare hands, and with a powerful leap, jumped directly out of the window and quickly climbed back into the house.

This is all thanks to the fact that she's been very busy lately and has lost a lot of weight. In the past, she probably wouldn't have been able to get through this window.

"Uncle Lin, Uncle Lin." Shen Miao walked over quickly and nudged Lin Shousheng.

Lin Shousheng's body slumped to the side, revealing a pale face.

"Is he sick?"

While muttering to herself, Shen Miao used her supernatural abilities to examine Lin Shousheng. She concluded that Lin Shousheng was fine, but had fainted due to overwork.

She breathed a sigh of relief, but was also curious about what Lin Shousheng had done to be so exhausted.

She used her supernatural power to circulate Lin Shousheng's body. With a casual glance, she saw that the table was full of various kinds of herbs. Shen Miao picked one up and recognized it as an important herb used to treat the mad beast disease.

She seemed to understand something, and after looking at the others, she discovered that all the medicinal herbs Lin Shousheng had been preparing were for treating mad beast disease.

So, is this old man trying to develop a cure for mad beast disease?

Shen Miao was overwhelmed with mixed feelings.

"Hmm, how did I fall asleep?" Lin Shousheng slowly woke up.

Shen Miao regained her composure and asked Lin Shousheng, "Uncle Lin, how are you feeling? Is there anything wrong with your body?"

Lin Shousheng was startled: "What are you doing here? I remember I closed the door."

Shen Miao couldn't help but roll her eyes: "That's right, if you hadn't closed the door, I wouldn't have had to jump out the window."

Lin Shousheng followed her gaze and saw the wreckage of the window. His eyes widened instantly, and he was about to get angry when Shen Miao interrupted him.

"Don't get angry yet. Tell me first, is there anything wrong with your body?"

Lin Shousheng sensed it for a moment and frowned.

Shen Miao immediately tensed up.

Although she examined Lin Shousheng's body, there are some illnesses that even doctors cannot diagnose, and only the patients themselves can tell.

Lin Shousheng didn't notice Shen Miao's worried expression. He just asked curiously, "Why do I feel like my body is much lighter? I had some back pain before, but now my back doesn't hurt anymore, and my legs don't ache either. Is sleeping the best treatment?"

Shen Miao couldn't help but lower her head and chuckle softly.

Lin Shousheng glanced at her sideways: "What are you laughing at?"

“It’s nothing, Uncle Lin. I really found a way, so you don’t need to work anymore. Get some rest. After all, you’re getting on in years and can’t compare to the younger orcs,” Shen Miao said earnestly.

Lin Shousheng, feeling a little guilty, gathered the herbs around himself and coughed, saying, "What nonsense are you talking about? I didn't do anything. You're overthinking it."

"Okay, I was overthinking it, but taking care of yourself is the most important thing." Shen Miao stood up. "Now that you're awake, I should go back. Remember, you don't need to worry about me. I'll come to you when I need to."

Without even thinking, she knew that Lin Shousheng must have been staying up all night looking for a prescription for her. The old man wouldn't admit it, but she had already seen through him.

"Okay, let's go, let's go." Lin Shousheng waved his hand dismissively.

Shen Miao smiled, left behind a bottle of tonic suitable for middle-aged and elderly people, and departed.