The little sister of Yaowang Valley traveled to the modern era and was busy farming

What is it like to live in a new house? Tang Qiu wants to say that it is simply amazing. Every morning, the curtains will automatically open to let the sunlight shine into the house to wake Tang Qiu up.

After finishing her work in the morning, she would stay in her room at noon and not go out all day, and there was no problem with that.

With savings and no burden, who wouldn't be confused in this life?

But Tang Qiu's happiness didn't last long because he became depressed because he was too bored.

Now that she lives in her beloved little villa, Tang Qiu no longer has to hold her phone every day to envy other people's villas. Instead, she doesn't know what videos to make. In the usual funny videos, she always doesn't know what people are laughing at, which makes her look very out of place.

After a long time, she lost interest in watching videos.

Especially when winter comes, the herbs have been collected and the food for the winter has been bought. Apart from feeding the fish and putting food for the raccoon cat prince at night, there is really nothing to do.

It wasn't until she was cooking and saw that some of the herbs she bought last year had lost their efficacy because they had been stored for a long time that Tang Qiu finally couldn't help but start to feel depressed.

She loves Chinese medicine, very much. She was enlightened by reading medical books, her relatives are all doctors, and the most discussed topic in her life is pathology. But now in this era, she can't even do what she likes most.

I only bought a few ounces of medicinal herbs, but in the end they lost their efficacy and were not used up.

Every day, she could only think of ways to make medicinal food for herself. Tang Qiu had tried her best to restrain herself. She wanted to take the medical qualification exam. She could think of other things, but pharmacology was her Achilles' heel. Her master once said that there was no room for error in treating patients and saving lives. She couldn't hurt others when she knew she couldn't.

She had no problem with diagnosis and acupuncture, but when it came to medicine, she could only use medicated diet. No matter what era it was, no one would believe that medicated diet could cure illness. You would not be allowed to prescribe medicated diet in the exam.

Just when Tang Qiu was feeling depressed, a sharp cat meow suddenly came from outside.

Tang Qiu was startled and worried that something might happen to the raccoon cat prince, so he ran out quickly.

The first snow of winter had already fallen two days ago, and now the world was once again covered in a thick blanket of snow. It was also because of the white snow that the raccoon cat prince lying in the snow, dying, looked particularly conspicuous.

Especially, blood was constantly flowing out next to the raccoon cat prince.

Tang Qiu was frightened by this scene. Without caring about anything else, he carefully carried the civet cat back home.

Because the civet cat was bleeding, Tang Qiu didn't try to keep it warm even though he knew it was cold. Instead, he checked its injuries and roughly touched it to make sure that its internal organs were not injured. From the injuries, it seemed that it was bitten by another animal in a fight. There were bite marks on its neck and abrasions on its body. There were many wounds.

Tang Qiu first shaved the injured part of the cat, disinfected it, sutured the parts that needed sutures, and then sprinkled medicine and bandaged it.

Fortunately, the raccoon cat fainted and did not feel any pain, otherwise it would have fainted again from the pain.

After the wound was treated, Tang Qiu carefully wrapped it in a blanket, took down a cat basket from the third floor, and put it in it.

Looking at the pitiful raccoon cat prince, Tang Qiu suddenly wanted to laugh maliciously: "You deserve it. You eat my food, live in my house, and don't let me touch you. Now you've fallen into my hands, right?"

As he spoke, Tang Qiu tapped the civet cat's forehead with his finger, and then tapped it again, until the civet cat made a "gurgling" sound, and Tang Qiu withdrew his hand in fright.