Today, the "International Sweet Talent Exchange Day" at Qingniu Medical Hall turned into a sweet United Nations. Huwa had set up a revolving "sweet-learning globe" in the courtyard, with trainees from every country standing in their respective positions, holding flags that puffed out sweet mist from their homelands: the Western Regions team exuded the scent of cumin, the Silla team puffed out the smell of ink, and most amazingly, the Nanyang team's flags featured coconut patterns that went "drip-drop," dripping sweet syrup and turning the ground into a sticky road of soft candy.
"Quiet down!" Huwa banged his lion-patterned sweet gong. The gong's surface suddenly displayed "Class is in session!" in the languages of various countries. "Today's exam is on 'Cross-Oceanic Sweet Therapy Collaboration.' Anyone who can cure three or more exotic strange illnesses... will be rewarded with a 'Multinational Sweet Biscuit' made personally by Huwa!"
No sooner had the words left his mouth than the Camel belonging to Muhammad of DaShi suddenly dropped to its knees with a thud. Having studied sweet therapy alongside its master for half a year, this camel had somehow contracted "Medical Book Over-Reading Syndrome," clutching a sweet copy of the *Medical Canon* in its mouth, its tongue coated with Huwa's "Brain-Waking Spicy Crystal."
Chapter 467