"Two parts red jujube, one part Ginseng..." As soon as Xuan Lian, the owner of the Wansheng Town pharmacy, fin…
"Two parts red jujube, one part Ginseng..." As soon as Xuan Lian, the owner of the Wansheng Town pharmacy, finishes speaking, the big yellow dog outside immediately runs to his owner. Yes, his name is also Ginseng.
He twitches his nose: the medicine in the air smells bitter. He has also noticed something else: the "human smell" here is bitter too.
Ginseng long ago found that the people who come here are different. Some are carried in. Some enter leaning on sticks, bent over as if they have three feet. Some collapse at the doorstep before even entering, a stream of white foam dribbling from the corner of their mouths. Ginseng sniffs them, definitely bitter. His owner, Xuan Lian, often sighs as he prepares their medicine, giving them instructions.
Like owner, like dog. Over time, Ginseng learns. Whenever someone comes to the pharmacy, he quietly stays by their side. Sometimes he brings them meaty bones. Sometimes he rubs against their pant legs. And just like his owner, he "woofs" at them meaningfully. A wandering knight who understands animals translates: what Ginseng says is, "Human, don't be bitter. I hope next time I smell you, you are sweet."