Best Doctor In Animal World
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Dr. Panda adjusted his round glasses, wiping honey off his paws before flipping open today’s patient list. The clinic’s wooden door creaked as the first visitor stomped in—**Mr. Lion**, his golden mane drooping. “ROOOAR—” A raspy cough cut his mighty roar short. “Sore throat, eh?” Dr. Panda hummed, tapping a thermometer. “Too much roaring at sunrise meetings. Gargle mint tea, no speeches for three days.” The lion grumbled but nodded, pocketing a honey lozenge. Next shuffled **Baby Bear**, clutching his round belly. “Too…too much honey,” he whimpered, tears pooling. The doctor chuckled, pressing a warm compress to the ache. “Berries and naps, little friend. Save honey for *after* veggies.” A hiccup escaped the cub as Dr. Panda tucked a lavender sachet into his paw—*for sweet dreams, not sweets*. A faint *tap-tap-tap* announced the final patient: **Baby Penguin**, wobbling on icy feet. “Brrrr! Toes won’t wiggle!” Dr. Panda frowned, wrapping the chick’s flippers in woolen socks. “No more sliding on glaciers barefoot! Warm fish soup, snuggle Mama’s feathers—*strictly*.” The penguin chirped, waddling out with a fish-shaped hot water bottle. By sunset, the clinic quieted. Three prescriptions filled. Three patients grinning. Dr. Panda sipped bamboo tea, his stethoscope still warm. Another day of chaos cured.
