After returning home, Ming rushed to the rooftop, picked up the squirrel that had already fainted from pain, and said, "Gosh, you've gained weight~"
Squirrel: ...
"Still able to glare at me? You'll be fine~ It's not fatal." Ming took out the ointment he bought last time, squeezed it onto his hand, and rubbed it. He held the squirrel in his palm and kneaded it, ensuring the ointment would cover its entire body... so it would heal faster.
Seeing the squirrel's contented expression, Ming was reassured. This proved that he was good at taking care of small animals. If he could go back to the time before the apocalypse, he might have become a qualified animal caretaker.
Hehe~
[Your frogs lay at the bottom of the pond watching you, not giving you any warning... They thought that if that bee could sting you... it would be considered strong...]
