Chapter 197 - Chapter 197: A Dead Pheasant
Chapter 197: A Dead Pheasant
Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
“No worries, I’m all good,” assured the white tiger, engaging in a peculiar conversation with Xia Xin.
“Didn’t you tell Drumstick you felt under the weather?” Xia Xin furrowed her brow in confusion.
“Exactly! You told me you were unwell yesterday, and that’s why I brought her here. How can you just be fine all of a sudden? Weren’t you feeling poorly for a while now? You should let her take a look,” Drumstick interjected anxiously.
The white tiger felt as if its fur might stand on end, it backed away continuously, protesting, “I’m fine, really!”
After some coaxing from Xia Xin, the white tiger calmed down and shared its troubles, which left Xia Xin gaping in disbelief. ‘Who in the world claimed I could kill a tiger with one punch?’
“Now hold on, pal,” Xia Xin questioned the white tiger, squishing her fist for emphasis. “You didn’t actually think this tiny fist of mine could kill you, did you?” She playfully showed off her fist before the white tiger’s eyes.
Realizing its misunderstanding, the white tiger sheepishly covered its eyes with a paw, conceding its mistake.
“Alright, let’s have a look at your wound,” Xia Xin said, shifting to a more serious tone.
The white tiger extended its paw, indicating the problem: “My joints hurt.” ‘Joint pain?’ Xia Xin was surprised. ‘Could it be rheumatism or arthritis?’
She felt the tiger’s joints but couldn’t detect any issue, leaving her bewildered. ‘Wait a minute, I can talk to beasts, not a vet! Is there any medicine for this in the system?’
Xia Xin pondered briefly before checking the exchange interface and found a rheumatism ointment meant for humans. She wasn’t sure if it worked for a tiger.
Seeing the white tiger in distress, she decided to take a chance. Xia Xin exchanged for the ointment and slathered a generous amount over the tiger’s painful areas.
“This medicine… it’s not bad,” commented the white tiger.
Xia Xin felt a tinge of guilt. The ointment was meant for humans; she had only hoped to give the white tiger some relief.
Given the tiger’s robust constitution, the wrong ointment shouldn’t cause much harm. Now, it appeared the medicine was not only fit for humans but effective on tigers too.
“It’s cool to the touch and seems to relieve the pain,” the white tiger added.
Xia Xin glanced at the ointment in her hand, unsure how many applications would be needed for a cure. “I’ll try to come back tonight,” she promised. The medicine needed to be applied twice a day. Having applied it now, Xia Xin decided to return in the evening. Hopefully, a few days’ treatment would make a difference.
“Make sure you do,” the white tiger insisted, recalling the previous night’s misery from the mosquitoes.
Xia Xin nearly laughed out loud at the tiger’s adorable complaint. She wondered, ‘Could its thick skin even feel a mosquito’s bite?’ “Remember, no water for the next four hours,” she advised.
“How long is that?” the tiger frowned, puzzled.
Checking her phone and gauging the position of the sun, Xia Xin gestured to the sky, “Wait until the sun reaches there before you get wet.”
The tiger needed to drink and eat; avoiding water completely would be unreasonable.
“But I won’t be able to eat then,” the white tiger complained.
Hunting would inevitably involve its paws, and tearing into its prey would certainly get them wet.
Xia Xin took out some snacks from her bag. “This should tide you over for now.
If you get wet, the medicine won’t be as effective.”
The white tiger eyed the dog food in Xia Xin’s hand and smiled, “Tastes good, I actually quite like it.”
Though not as satisfying as meat, the unique flavor of the kibble had almost weaned it off raw flesh entirely.
“Enjoy. I’ve been out a while, so I should head back before suspicions arise. I’ll make time to come out tonight,” Xia Xin assured as she prepared to leave.
On her way back, with Drumstick’s help, Xia Xin came across an injured
seagull. It seemed a bug had bitten its leg while it was eating. She activated her
recorder, treated the seagull, and then departed.
Upon returning to Jing Mot s location, Xia Xin found that he had gathered quite a spread, including something for Lu Shi.
“Xin Xin, you’re back,” Lu Shi said with a smile, holding out his find. “Look what I’ve got. We can enjoy a feast together at lunch.”
Xia Xin grimaced slightly at the familiarity—she wasn’t close enough to Lu Shi to be comfortable with such terms of endearment.
“Are you done? Let’s go,” said Jing Mo.
It was almost time for lunch and they had to make preparations with the food they found.
“While I was out gathering ingredients, a wild pheasant crashed into a rock and died, so I brought it back with me,” Jing MO explained, gesturing toward the lifeless wild pheasant at his feet..