Compliments from a Beauty, Silly Herb Grower

Wang Yao returned to the cottage after his deep breathing exercises to check on the eagle. Its eyes were not as sharp as before.

Wang Yao found the meat in the bowl was less later in the afternoon.

"It's good that you are eating. It's a good sign," laughed Wang Yao.

He found that not much meat was left in the bowl the next morning.

Maybe you don't like pork. I should give you something else.

So Wang Yao went to buy some rabbit meat for the eagle and placed the rabbit meat in the bowl in front of the eagle. This time, the eagle was much less cautious.

"I want to check your wound," Wang Yao pointed at its wings.

Wang Yao made some trauma herbs in the afternoon and put on some thick clothes before coming to the eagle. The eagle was not cooperative as expected, moving its wings, biting Wang Yao, and slashed Wang Yao's clothes. San Xian was barking anxiously nearby.