Da Huang got chunkier, though it's certainly not a strange body part, given that he doesn't have any.
At this moment, there's a perfect phrase to describe him: big head, thick neck, not a tycoon but a cook.
Luckily, neither he nor Shen Yi is short of money, so they hired an experienced craftsman to treat Da Huang.
They pulled out the thorn, cleaned the wound, applied some medicine, and gave him a nice bath before letting him go.
After rolling around in the countryside for more than a week, he was covered in dirt; without a bath, he couldn't go home.
But since he had been stung and his head was swollen like a pig's, Da Huang wasn't in a good mood. After returning home, he sulked in his dog house, covering his face with his paws, afraid that others might see and laugh at him.
Even though he's a dog, he has his pride.
At this time, Su Qing found a black backpack at the bottom of the box. He was going to the capital tomorrow and needed to prepare.
