"Unbelievable! What kind of beast is he!?"
Lingren, who was sitting next to Mo Yiqing, accidentally glimpsed at the accident scene photo Momo sent to the instructor. Lingren was stunned in place, looking at her own arm, then at Momo's high-waisted jeans, and finally at her belly.
Lingren's pitifully cute loli face twisted visibly and gradually became fierce as she looked at Momo in disbelief and exclaimed.
I freaking treat my sister like a treasure, and you freaking stand up and kick my good sister!?
Where's the knife? My Nine-Ring Ghost-Slaying Saber!
"Hmm?"
Lingren's sudden outburst shocked Ansheng and A-Qing, who were bent over, peering out the window, enjoying the view.
"What wild thoughts are you having, Ajie? If he had that kind of ability, I would have already filmed a movie with him," Momo rolled her eyes and said, "This horse size isn't normal people-sized, even the mules would feel nauseous."
"It's just a photo from online to let the instructor know why we took leave."
Lingren's fuss made Mo Yiqing roll her eyes internally.
Are you watching cartoons here?
Treating it like a black hole, huh? You'd stay put if a ruptured corpus luteum cyst sent you to the ER and then to the ICU.
"Oh..."
Despite the teasing, knowing that Momo wasn't harmed by the horses in the picture, Lingren felt an inner sense of dark satisfaction even if mocked.
Sister really lives up to the name, maxed out agility.
"Hiss...."
Seeing the photo of the fuel tank in Momo's hand, Ansheng showed a constipated expression, instinctively using his fluffy tail to cover the slightly cool little bell.
"You all care about the size, hasn't anyone cared about the guy who crashed the fuel tank like this?"
"Oh no..... it must be a girl."
"Wow..."
A-Qing looked amazed, instinctively pressing her legs together. Even though she didn't have that thing, her strong empathy still made her feel a phantom pain.
...
After an hour and a half, the Dassault Falcon landed at Rong City Airport.
Just off the plane, an executive sedan was already waiting at the airport entrance. Lingren got into the passenger seat, facing a somewhat middle-aged, chubby man dressed fashionably, and greeting, "Uncle Hong."
"Hmm, I heard about it from your dad. I just gave the hospital a heads-up."
"Your friend is also quite lucky. I heard from the head of the urology department that it was a good thing the weather was cold. His crotch area shrunk in from the chill; even though it swelled like a bull's testicle, it was barely salvageable."
In the driver's seat, Hong Ming cheerfully greeted Lingren and the back seat while starting the car towards West China Hospital: "But, the cost is high too!"
"Also, he might have some other troubles; those matters, uncle, I dare not meddle with."
Lingren glanced sideways at Mo Yiqing in the backseat.
Upon hearing this, Mo Yiqing casually remarked, "As long as he can walk out of the hospital intact, no other issue is insurmountable."
She understood Mo Shengjie's personality; although a bit flirty, he had no bad habits. Even at a karaoke club, he would blush like a monkey when calling for a young man. What could possibly happen?
"He lost quite a bit of money gambling," Hong Ming said as Lingren looked at Mo Yiqing, understanding that Lingren came to him because of the pretty girl in the back seat.
He withdrew his gaze from the rearview mirror and kindly reminded, "Little Ling's dad found me to help arrange a doctor, so I asked a friend at traffic management about it. He left the Rong City Mountain Golf Course last night."
"I heard that last night an out-of-towner lost over three million there."
"Hmm?"
Mo Yiqing was stunned, furrowing her brows not because she was shocked by Mo Shengjie's loss of three million.
But because Mo Shengjie wasn't one to gamble; he was lazy even to bet on golf, which only had stakes of three to five hundred yuan per round. How could he suddenly gamble such a large amount?
"The chicken roll Ah Biao ate must have been poisoned..." Mo Yiqing whispered to herself.
With acquaintances leading the way, they navigated through alleys and argued with pedestrians several times before arriving at West China Hospital.
Mo Yiqing quickly got out of the car and went to the front desk to inquire about Mo Shengjie's room.
A-Qing hurried after, holding the little fox.
"Sorry... pets are not allowed inside." As A-Qing reached the hospital entrance, a security guard raised his hand, blocking A-Qing at the door, informing them: "Pet activity is only allowed within the hospital grounds; they're not allowed in the lobby or above."
"Hmm... not even guide dogs, but we'll use a wheelchair to assist visually impaired patients upstairs," the security guard added as if recalling something.
"What? You won't let me go for the scoop?" Ansheng looked at the guard in disbelief.
"There's a pet grooming shop across the street where you can temporarily leave your pet," the security guard continued.
"I see..."
A-Qing looked at Mo Yiqing's back, then at the little fox in her arms, and thought it over before saying:
"Little An, I'll be gone for ten minutes to visit Momo's boyfriend, and I'll come back to be with you, okay?"
The little fox's face fell, full of grievance as it looked at the guard who refused it entry.
"The world is full of oppression against foxes."
"When will foxes be able to stand up?"
A-Qing left the little fox at the grooming shop, rushed to the hospital intending to visit Mo Shengjie briefly, and quickly return. Ansheng, filled with grievance, watched A-Qing's back, whining loudly:
"A-Qing! Don't come back too soon; remember to get the full story before you return!"
"Otherwise... An might not be able to sleep tonight!"
Ansheng looked helpless, sighed, knowing the hospital refused pets and there was nothing he could do.
Of course, as an exalted lord fox, he could choose to leap and climb, or stand on two legs, hand on hip, call the Security Bureau and get through to Rong City Branch.
But Ansheng thought for a moment and decided to leave it be, since it wasn't a huge deal.
A stroll with A-Qing later would be nice.
"Don't bug me; can't you see I'm sulking here?"
On the pet table, Lord Fox faced the groomer who was touching its hind leg and kicked slightly.
"Is this the fox you want to shave into a gourd tail?" the groomer asked the cashier owner.
Feeling the smooth fur of the fox, as a certified pet groomer, one could easily tell the fox's owner took extremely good care of it.
The fox showed no signs of shedding, and the owner likely groomed it carefully every day.
For a fox with such quality, the owner doesn't seem like they would be too lazy to groom the fox and thus shave it all off, right?
"Just shave it; the young lady said for us to take care of it."
"In 43-degree weather, who wouldn't be hot wrapped in a sweater? We'll take great care of the fox, no problem using a curling iron to style it like a teddy."
The owner sat at the cashier, one leg crossed, looking nonchalant:
"We're pet professionals, you know?"
Ansheng glanced at the groomer, then at the laid-back owner, and let out a whimper.
"Oh....."
The groomer nodded slightly, internally knowing the slick owner was PUA-ing him again.
But, well, he is the boss, after all.
"Bzzz——"
The groomer turned on the electric clippers, ready to shave all of the fox's fur.
Lord Fox raised his hand, blocking the groomer's wrist, looking at the groomer with a serious expression.
The groomer was puzzled, staring back at the fox.
In the blink of an eye.
The fox had already leapt from the table to the rolling door, using its weight to close it.
The owner and groomer looked puzzled.
"The hospital doesn't let me in; I won't fuss. They have many patients, and Lord Fox is kind-hearted!"
"But you dare try to shave my fur!"
With the electric clippers in hand, Lord Fox looked unsparingly.