To put it simply, canine distemper is a viral enteritis in dogs, and its symptoms are the same as those of dysentery in humans. Therefore, Qingshan plans to use Baitouweng Decoction to treat Satan.
No one knew what was wrong with Tuanzi today. He hung on Qingshan's neck and refused to let go. Qingshan just let him do it. He held Tuanzi's little butt with one hand and stirred the medicine soup with the other hand.
"Tuanzi, hold on tight, don't fall into the pot!"
Tuanzi sniffed and stared at the swirling brown liquid in a daze.
"Tuanzi, what's wrong with you? Are you feeling unwell?"
Tuanzi is a spirit, not a flesh-and-blood person, so he shouldn't feel unwell. But today Tuanzi was so abnormal that Qingshan had to ask.
Tuanzi shook his head, "I... have something... I want to tell you..."
Qingshan smiled and flipped the dumpling up:
"Hey—when did you become shy? What's so difficult for Master Ruyi to talk about? Tell me, I won't laugh at you!"
"I haven't figured out what to say yet, let's wait a few days!"
Tuanzi turned his little face away, spread out his little arms like lotus roots, jumped off Qingshan, and ran to have fun at the red light.
Qingshan looked at Tuanzi's chubby figure and thought to himself, why is the weather so unpredictable? He really has a childish temper!
Qingshan boiled the medicine, took out two extra-large gourds, poured the hot whitehead soup into them, and took out a brush to write "whitehead soup" on the gourds with silver hooks and iron strokes.
Because the space has the function of keeping heat and freshness, Qingshan puts any unused herbal soup he makes into a large gourd, writes the names of the medicines in different categories, and then can pour it directly from the gourd when needed next time.
There are hundreds of such large gourds filled with Chinese medicine in the bamboo house, filling up several bamboo shelves.
Qingshan was busy in the space for several hours, and when she came out, only a few minutes had passed outside.
Satan saw the strange woman appear out of thin air again. He straightened his body and stared at Qingshan with wide eyes, with a look of inquiry in his eyes.
Satan and Hong Deng's situations were different. Hong Deng was a spirit insect between heaven and earth, able to understand human language. But Satan was a wolfhound, and even if he was intelligent and understood human nature, Qingshan was not sure he could communicate with him.
Thinking of the bowl of bitter and sour Chinese medicine soup, Qingshan felt troubled. He rubbed his hands, squatted down, and looked at the big black wolfdog at eye level.
"Uh... well, don't be afraid, I'm here to save you."
Qingshan took out the prepared bamboo bowl from the space and pushed it in front of Satan.
"You're sick, and this bowl of medicine can save you. Can you... drink it?"
After Qingshan finished speaking, he even found himself ridiculous. If he could understand this, he would be a genius!
Sure enough, although Satan did not attack or threaten Qingshan, he tilted his head almost imperceptibly, looked at the bamboo bowl, and then at Qingshan, probably because he did not understand.
Qingshan sighed, picked up the bamboo bowl, drank a sip of the whitehead soup, and put the bamboo bowl in front of Satan.
The whitehead soup was very bitter, and Qingshan found it difficult to swallow. A dog's sense of smell and taste is more sensitive than a human's, so he probably wouldn't accept something so unpalatable.
Just when Qingshan decided to call a few people in and force Satan to take the medicine, Satan moved.
It lowered its head and put its nose to the bamboo bowl and sniffed it. Perhaps stimulated by the smell of the medicine, it snorted loudly.
Satan raised his head and looked at Qingshan again. Seeing that there was a way, Qingshan quickly showed a gentle and harmless smile to the black wolfdog and nodded vigorously, while still unscrupulously deceiving the ignorant big dog:
"Sweet! So delicious!"
Satan lowered his head, put his long mouth into the bamboo bowl, and drank the bitter medicine soup with a "gulp" sound, as if it were really sweet spring water.
Qingshan picked up the bamboo bowl and opened his mouth in surprise:
"Did you drink it all? Oh my god...you, you don't have any sense of taste, do you?"
Satan: ...
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