"Yu~!Yu~!"

The neighing of the horses echoed in the stables, and a sticky layer of fetal fluid flowed from the ground, giving the air a faint salty smell.

One hand fiddled with the old-fashioned wind lamp, brightening up the somewhat dim light.

On the haystack lay a mare on its side, the vague silhouette of a pony squirming and struggling on its high belly.

At its lower abdomen, a young man in a white coat was sweating profusely. The five fingers are slightly curved, and the belly of the fingers is gently pressed on the belly of the mare, with an inexplicable rhythm to soothe the mare who is a little out of control. In addition, the owner of the horse, who was also covered with sweat next to him, stroked his neck, and although the mare was in pain and her calves twitched, her mood stabilized a little.

"God, bless poor little Ruixin, your mercy"

Aunt Ellie, who was nervously standing aside, prayed in a low voice, but was interrupted by the son next to her: "Is it useful to pray to that bearded man? His church is left with nothing but bad wine, and only 'holy bread' fished out of the stinking gutter." ”

"Shut up Mark and go back to your room at once!" Else your pocket money this month will fly into Mr. Yahweh's donation box!" Seke, the owner of the horse, glared at his son and rebuked in a low voice.

Hearing the word 'pocket money', Mark's rebuttal to his lips was swallowed back, and after a few dissatisfied complaints, the young man with freckles on his face kicked the ground and walked out.

"Is Mark still very resistant to Catholicism? What a poor boy, may God bless him. It was the young man who spoke, and while he was wiping his sweat, he said to the old Serk next to him.

Old Serk nodded, obviously not much to talk about his children.

Zhou Bo didn't care, moved his somewhat stiff body slightly, and focused on the mare again. The yellowish light on the side shone on Zhou Bo's face, making him look more serious and confident.

With ordinary facial features and an ordinary height, in addition to having godly eyes and a fairly strong body, he is a little veterinarian who is still struggling for a green card.

He came to the United States through a relationship, and because he attended the school veterinarian for two Chinese New Year's Eve in China, Zhou Bo barely obtained the American veterinary qualification certificate. Since then, he has been working around the surrounding farms, looking for a chance to get a green card.

In recent years, there have been more and more Chinese immigrants, and the proportion of rejected green card applications has become higher and higher, Zhou Bo thought silently.

"Yu~!" Xiao Ruixin's painful hissing voice regained Zhou Bo's attention, and his left hand with disposable gloves gently probed into the depths of the horse's belly, and Zhou Bo's expression sank slightly.

"The position is not right, I need to perform a reduction maneuver, which may damage the future fertility of Xiao Ruixin"

Zhou Bo did not make a reckless move, but looked at the somewhat bald old Serke.

Old Serke's bare head oozed dense beads of fine sweat, and his stingy personality made it a little difficult for him to choose.

"There's no other way? ”

When Zhou Bo heard this, he rolled his eyes in his heart. Although Zhou Bo has obtained a certificate, he is not at all the same as those high-achieving students who have officially graduated from veterinary school, just like the gap between the doctor in the official hospital and Ye Langzhong.

Zhou Bo's biggest advantage is that the price is low, and a phone call is coming, and the positive attitude and price advantage are the main reasons why Zhou Bo can get mixed in the United States.

The other party called Zhou Bo in order to save money, and it didn't look like he was treating his 'family'.

"I'll try my best, and hopefully God will bless it. ”

Zhou Bo sighed and cautiously began the reset technique. Under the condition of trying not to hurt Xiao Ruixin's fertility, it took Zhou Bo more than 20 minutes to get the fetal position back up, looking at the little head that was slightly exposed and sticky with placenta, Zhou Bo breathed a sigh of relief.

"Good little Ruixin, you are such a great girl. ”

Wiping the sweat from his forehead, Zhou Bo smiled and sent the newborn foal to Xiao Ruixin. Watching Xiao Ruixin lick off the bodily fluids from the foal, Zhou Bo asked Aunt Ellie to clean up the scene and walked out of the stable with Old Serk.

The cool autumn breeze swept by, and the fragrance of grass and trees lifted Zhou Bo's somewhat tired spirits.

"Well done, Zhou, God always likes to favor you strangers. Old Serk's bald head flashed with a miserly sheen, and his tiny features were as compact as shrunken vegetables. Although he said kind words in his mouth, the look of not wanting to pay between his eyebrows was really bad.

The successful reduction of the delivery was also a valuable experience for Zhou Bo, so he didn't worry too much about the cost with this miser.

After the price was reduced by two percent, Seke's old face like orange peel burst into a smile: "Dear Zhou, you are really an angel, I will definitely look for you first next time I have something." ”

After collecting the money, Zhou Bo was about to leave in the dilapidated second-hand pickup truck, and before he opened the door, he heard a "hum, hum" cry from the cornfield not far behind him.

As a veterinarian, he is very sensitive to the sounds of animals, Zhou Bo squinted his eyes and looked at the cornfield, and saw several sturdy black-skinned wild boars frolicking out.

Zhou Bo's eyes lit up, and he chuckled in his heart: "Wild boar?!And it's a family-style wild boar!!"

Without waiting for Zhou Bo's warning, a low roar that made people palpitate suddenly came from the cornfield.

"Wow~!Wow~!!"

With this terrifying low roar, a huge, brutal black shadow rampaged out of the cornfield.

"Holy, isn't the backyard of Satan's house closed?How could such a thing happen!!"

Zhou Bo looked at the giant black shadow, and his tongue trembled a little. It was terrifying, its arched back was like a hill, and its stiff hairs were covered in mud and gum, like a thick coat wrapped around it. In a flattened mouth, two fangs rise diagonally into the sky like sharp swords.

The two swarthy eyes shone with the confidence of a mighty beast, and the four thick hooves like those of a piledriver left hoof prints a few centimeters deep on the ground.

Compared to it, the sturdy wild boars next to it were as weak as babies.

"Wild boars don't seem to eat people, do they?"

Zhou Bo stood stiffly like a statue, unable to think of helping fight wild boars. As a veterinarian, Zhou Bo is well aware that a hostile gaze and any hostile behavior will cause the beast to attack. So he slowly lay his body flat on the ground, trying to make himself appear smaller in the other person's sight.

Yes, it is smaller, for animals, size is the key factor that determines attack and flight.

The giant boar didn't seem to have much interest in Zhou Bo lying on the ground, so he came to his side and sniffed a few times, and then focused on a second-hand pickup truck about the size of him.

"Bang dang!!"

The giant boar used its thick back to push the second-hand pickup truck, and it felt as if it was tickling, but the one-ton pickup truck didn't last a few times before it was overturned.

Zhou Bo lay on the ground like a dead man, even if his hair and clothes were bitten and licked by those ordinary wild boars, Zhou Bo did not move in the slightest.

To be honest, at this time, Zhou Bo felt that his heart was about to jump out of his throat. A layer of white sweat on the back rushed directly from the soles of the feet to the door of the head, and a strong urge to urinate continued to hit the bladder from the lower abdomen.

The tip of the tongue pressed hard against the roof of the mouth, and the saliva that had become sticky from the overtension stuck the two together like glue, and the limbs were as heavy and weak as if they had been filled with lead water. If he wasn't familiar with the habits of wild animals, Zhou Bo would definitely run away as soon as possible.

But if he did that, Zhou Bo would definitely be pierced by the fangs of the giant boar in the next moment.

In fear, time always flies very slowly. From the appearance of the giant wild boar to now, in fact, less than a minute has passed.

The Serke family, who had just settled Little Ruixin, were about to fall asleep, but they heard a loud chirp outside.

"Hell, these black-skinned brutes are here again, do you think this is a cafeteria?! I'm going to use their heads as toilet seats!"

Old Serk hated these wild boars the most, destroying the farm, harassing the livestock, and even having a record of injuring people.

"Beware, dear, God will bless you, please try not to hurt those wild boars," Aunt Ellie wore her pajamas and reverently persuaded her husband.

Old Seke waved his hand impatiently, picked up the ** and walked downstairs: "God will forgive me, because he likes pork chops and bacon as much as I do!"

Opening the door, Old Syke flicked his wrist and loaded his head, his swarthy muzzle drooping, ready to shoot deadly bullets at any moment.

Old Serk, who was in high spirits and had pork chops and bacon in his head, froze in place as a giant black shadow appeared on his retina, arching a fallen pickup truck like a hill.

The visual impact was too great, Old Seke was stunned again, rubbing his eyes vigorously, and the giant black shadow in front of him was still arching the pickup.

"Oh my God, are you sending this guy to punish me because I've eaten too much pork chops and bacon?" Old Serk couldn't believe the scene before him, and his small eyes widened.

"It seems to be Zhou over there, he may have gone to see Jehovah, what an unlucky fellow. Mark also came to the door at some point, looked at the giant boar that looked like it came out of the movie, and said dumbly.

"Mark, my son, protect your mother and go hide in the basement!"

Old Serk turned his back to his son, looked at the wild boar with a piercing look in his eyes, and no longer had the obscenity and scheming of the past.

Mark looked at his father, the short, stingy father who always squinted, his back was straight, and his voice was deep and powerful.

Clenching his fists hard, Mark's chest heaved a few times and turned silently.

"I love you, Father, please come back alive! God bless you!"

Old Serk didn't look back, he didn't know if he would come back alive, but he chose to leave the hope of life to his son and wife, which is a man's responsibility.

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