Today, the "Dysentery Relapse Prevention Drill" at Qingniu Medical Hall was as lively as a temple fair in Huwa's village. In the medical hall's courtyard stood a statue of the "Qingniu God of War," which sprayed disinfectant mist. Hanging from its horns were sweet-scented lanterns shaped like the Essential Prescriptions Worth a Thousand Gold, and as its tail swished, it blew bubbles containing the slogan: "Spit phlegm into the spittoon!" Huwa wore a self-made "Epidemic Prevention Marshal Hat," with half an unfinished garlic steamed bun stuck to the brim: "Attention everyone! If the dysentery bacteria dare to make a comeback, we'll blast them into sugar crumbs with sweet shells!"
The drill got off to a comedic start. Protagonist had the apprentices practice brewing Coptis and Pueraria Decoction, but Huwa sneaked in five catties of osmanthus honey. When the herbal brew finished, it was a translucent golden color and exuded an intoxicating sweet aroma. Infuriated, Protagonist tapped Huwa on the head with a sugar ladle: "This is medicine! Not sweet porridge!" Huwa looked wronged: "Sweet soup goes down easy, the folks drink it happily, and won't the illness get better faster?" No sooner had his voice trailed off than several kids who had gathered round were already holding bowls in line: "I want three bowls! It tastes even better than Sister Xiaotao's sugar water!"
The sweet disinfection war escalated. Huwa modified the "Sweet Mist Disinfection Cannon" into a "Garlic-Flavored Ga…
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