"Where is that alcohol remedy? Father is tending to Cooper as I speak..."
Jing King's fussing got Annette's attention. The lop rabbit turned to her right to find the younger panda coming into the room.
"Jing King!" Annette began.
"Oh! Nǐ hǎo, Bentley. Yù tù," Jing greeted back politely.
Bentley wheeled up to Annette with a First aid kit in hand.
"We came as soon as we heard," the rabbit began. "Is Sly okay?"
Her response? The sounds of retching and vomit hitting toilet water.
"For now, he is upchucking the Baijiu he unknowingly ingested," Jing King updated. "He has regained coherence as I speak. Father just awaits the medicine he needs to remedy his symptoms. I shall take you to him."
"A thousand thank yous," Bentley told her, wheeling up to her. "I'll get to work once I see him."
The moment Sly was deemed healthy enough for a visit, Panda King escorted Sly to a nearby chair. The raccoon took a seat when instructed and was promptly given medicine for what ailed him.
"Thanks, Bentley," Sly managed to tell him. "Sorry for the house call..."
"I'm more than willing to drop what I'm doing to help you, Sly," Bentley reassured him. "My only question is how does one drink Chinese spirits without knowing it?"
"It was an unwrapped bottle," Panda King revealed. "We attempted to warn him before this."
Sly downed some of the water he was given.
"Are you feeling better now?" Annette asked with concern.
He released a breath once he swallowed the clear liquid in the glass.
"My system still can't stand that much alcohol. Other than that, I'll be back on my feet soon," he reassured her.