Many of the young beastmen got upset stomachs from eating the adults' unwanted scraps. The pain would make their faces turn pale, and they would writhe on the ground.
An Jin brewed them a medicinal soup according to the tribe's folk remedy, but they nearly threw it up after a single sip.
"BLECH, BLECH! It's so bitter, Sister Ah Jin..."
The little ones' faces turned green, tears welling in their eyes as they clawed at their throats, trying to spit it out.
An Jin took out a few sugar blocks and melted them into the steaming medicinal soup. "Try it again. See if it's a little better? Your stomachs won't get better if you don't drink your medicine."
The little ones licked their dry lips. The bitter residue around their mouths churned their stomachs. They looked timidly at An Jin, but finally picked up their stone bowls and drank it all in one go.
Huh? It's sweet!!
The little ones' eyes lit up.
