Dysentery in Guanzhong was raging like a boiling pot of coptis decoction—while other medical halls kept their door curtains drawn tighter than foot-binding strips, the gates of Qingniu Medical Hall stood wide open like Huwa's mouth, with three giant bronze cauldrons set up at the entrance, big enough to boil a dead ox, bubbling with sweet mist smelling of Essential Prescriptions Worth a Thousand Gold. Huwa leaned over the rim of a cauldron and muttered, "Protagonist Master! Why does this 'Coptis and Pueraria Decoction' smell even worse than my bed-wetting candy?"
"Smelling bad means it's working!" Protagonist tapped him on the head with a sweet handkerchief. "Even dysentery bacilli would have to cover their noses when they smell this!"
No sooner had the words left his mouth than an old man rushed in, clutching his backside, with one of Huwa's "anti-leakage sweet papers" from the day before still hanging from his crotch. Huwa's eyes lit up as he pulled out the "dysentery-epidemic detector"—the moment this contraption was pressed against the old man's belly, it actually projected countless bacteria doing a yangge folk dance, jumping around and shouting: "Dysentery, dysentery, diarrhea till you're kidney-weak!" Infuriated, Huwa stuffed a "bursting chili crystal" into the detector, and the bacteria instantly scurried away in panic, clutching their heads.
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