So, when Su Luo came back, he saw that Xiaohu's crying eyes were swollen into walnuts, while the village chief Wang sat on the side and sighed. Send something to Xiaohu's house.
Su Luo was very puzzled, put down the basket, and asked, "What's wrong?"
"Alas." Village Chief Wang covered his face with a sad face.
"God, how good is my little tiger, how can I live alone on the mountain, my poor little tiger..." The village chief's wife cried miserably.
Su Luo: "..."
At this time, the kind Uncle Li told Su Luo: "Hey, Miss Su, you don't know, Xiaohu has a severe cold!"
Su Luo nodded, it was just a serious cold, why did they look like Xiaohu had a terminal illness
Uncle Li sighed: "This severe cold is not only incurable, but also contagious, so once the villagers get this terminal illness, they will be sent to the mountains and quarantined. If they are still alive for a year, they can continue to live in the village, if they are adults. People are okay, Xiaohu is still so small..."
Su Luo almost laughed angrily: "Severe cold? Can't be cured? Terminal illness? Isolation for a year?"
Excuse me, are you kidding me
Su Luo looked at Uncle Li in disbelief, and swept the villagers' faces one by one. Seeing that they were really sad and suffering, Su Luo was also drunk.
"Isn't it just a cold? I can cure this disease." Su Luo said neatly.
But the villagers don't believe it, this is a terminal illness!
"Miss Su, we know your story is good, but this is reality, not a story. Xiaohu's illness can't be cured." An old man on crutches sighed.
"Miss Su, there was a child in our village who had a severe cold before, and they used herbal medicine for a long time. In the end, I still... Alas, Xiaohu is so cute and kind, how could God treat him so unfairly?"
"Miss Su, don't come near, the plague will be contagious. In the past, Xiao Heizi from the Zhao family had the plague and did not leave the village. As a result, everyone in the village was infected and lay at home for a long time. It was very miserable. You can't catch fish or chop wood, you almost starve to death."
"That's right, Miss Su, we're already very content with your kindness, woo woo~~ You don't want to go there, we can't afford it if you get infected..." Xiao Hu Niang said while crying.
Su Luo: "..." What is this all about!
Su Luo took a deep breath: "Isn't it just a cold? I'm a half-step emperor-level pharmacist, and I won't be able to cure Xiaohu. Today, "The Evil King Chasing His Wife" tells you the finale!"
"Wow—" Everyone's eyes lit up: "The finale!"
Taking advantage of the fact that everyone's attraction was taken away by the three words of the finale, Su Luo walked up to Xiaohu and gave him a pulse. After being diagnosed with a serious cold, Su Luo took a few herbs out of the space. Within ten seconds, the primary fitness pill was refined, and it was directly stuffed into Xiaohu's mouth.
Gollum—
Xiaohu swallowed the primary fitness pill.
At this time, all the villagers looked at Su Luo and Xiaohu stupidly.
Su Luo said, "Soon, after three minutes, the heat in Xiaohu's body will subside."
Uncle Li hurriedly asked, "Then what?"
Su Luo spread her hands innocently: "Then it'll be fine."