323 little bastard

She picked it up with one hand, "Puppy, where are your parents?"

The little milk dog stretched out its tongue and licked her hand to show friendliness.

"You look so pitiful." Su Qingyue looked at the little guy, not much bigger than her own hand, its fur muddled and messy, "Little bastard, you must be too ugly that your family doesn't want you anymore. Look, you're even injured now. I'll tap into my minimal sympathy and treat your wound."

With that, she threw it back on the ground.

It was already injured and as she tossed it, it fell on the ground, whimpering in protest.

From the herbs in her basket, Su Qingyue picked out two, crushed them into a medicinal paste using a relatively clean stone, and applied it to the puppy's bleeding leg, and then...

She had nothing to bandage the little fellow with.