Guanzhong's dysentery outbreak was raging like Huwa wetting the bed at night, yet the sweet mist of Qingniu Medical Hall steeped those bitter days into honey. At the quarantine checkpoint, Huwa built a spinning "sweet-therapy Ferris wheel," with every cabin shaped like an ox that would let out a "moo" and puff out a disinfecting mist of *Essential Prescriptions Worth a Thousand Gold* the moment the door opened. An old man squatted inside a cabin, refusing to leave: "Huwa! This cabin is sweeter than my own kang bed; even with dysentery about, I'm not scared!"
For the breakthrough sweet-trick show, Huwa boiled "Coptis and Pueraria Decoction" into rainbow colors—he tossed seven "bursting sweet crystals" into the pot, and the soup's surface immediately bloomed with red, orange, yellow, green, cyan, blue, and purple sweet mist. Dysentery patients drank it and smacked their lips: "This packs even more of a punch than Xiaotao's seven-color sweet porridge!" Su Wanyue knocked him on the head with a sweet ladle: "Coptis is a bitterly cold medicine. You added so much sugar that the medicinal effect has turned into a sweet fart!" Huwa pointed at the backside of an old man who had just finished his medicine: "Look at that! The fart he just cut is rainbow-colored, and it blew the dysentery bacteria into little candy beans!"
For the ultimate version of the spitting-cuspidor, Huwa equipped the vessel with an "automatic sweet-punishment system"—whenever anyone spat on the ground, the cuspid…
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