That's right, the poor little guy who was dying, lying on the island in the kitchen covered in blood, was a sturdy mongrel.

Judging by the messy hair and the fact that it wasn't cute, the dog was a stray dog. It had several old scars on its neck, which Calvin guessed were from the dog's noose, but it was either strong enough or smart enough to escape and survive on a beach that was only crowded in the summer.

The garbage left over from the campfire party provided it with plenty of food, and luckily for the residents, the residents didn't seem too eager to embarrass the fluffy extra resident.

But now, this cunning Mr. Dog has to face a huge crisis.

It was put down, and then its hind leg was cut open by kitchen scissors, and it was bleeding and couldn't move. Calvin didn't know how Virgili did this, and he refused to dwell on the process.

"It's a bit of a complicated thing. ”

Virgilli's face furrowed, and he looked at Calvin in pain.

"I can give you time to explain. ”

Calvin replied grimacingly.

"And you'd better give me a 'reasonable' explanation, I know it might be a bit politically incorrect, but even a bleeding man lying in front of me right now is more comfortable than a wailing dog—"

He then added.

Calvin wasn't exaggerating, after living in the Underworld with Dr. Holden for so many years, Calvin was accustomed to seeing human blood, stumps, and groans of pain. But everything changed when the bleeding subject was replaced by a stray dog.

What Calvin didn't say was that even if Vicili was innocent and shy, it only made him look more like a disgusting psychologically twisted pervert.

And in an even more secret part of Calvin's heart, an area so hidden that he didn't even notice it, his instincts were sounding the alarm that something was not quite right in the bloodied shy young man standing next to the dog.

In reality, Vicili really looks like he's about to cry.

He was so nervous that he kept swallowing.

"Well, that surgery, I mean, your surgery — we need to operate on you in a professional, safe, compliant place, but the events in Angelville have just passed, and with your current condition, once you walk into the hospital, whether it's formal or underground, you're going to get the attention of everyone who cares about it. ”

Virgili explained dryly.

Calvin's face became more and more ugly as Virgilli's explanation grew.

Vigilli had been observing Calvin, and he knew that Calvin must be in a rather bad mood right now.

Oh, look, Red Deer, look at the mess you've left behind.

Virgili cursed darkly in his heart, but his praise in front of Calvin was always flawless.

"There's a very well-equipped hospital in town, well, the full name is Al House Pet Hospital, the lovely director has been in New York for 12 years, he knows how rich people who come to the seaside for vacations value their pets, and he manages his pet hospital very well, basically ......"

"Basically, the medications and instruments I needed for my surgery, well, maybe the surgery site. ”

Calvin interrupted Vicili and finished the rest of the sentence for him.

"Well, probably...... Yes, that's right, that's it. ”

Vigili nodded.

Calvin rubbed his temples vigorously as he restlessly paced back and forth in the kitchen doorway, every whimper of the dog made him feel his heart pound.

"So this dog is here so that we can sneak into the pet hospital?

"Two well-meaning tourists took the injured stray dog they found on the beach to the nearest pet hospital for treatment – at least that way it wouldn't attract anyone's attention, and we could familiarize ourselves with the operating environment in advance. ”

"We can sneak in at night—"

"It's a pet hospital, Calvin. It wasn't a human hospital, except for the dazed and sleepy patients, the only ones were dozing nurses, night dogs, and other messy pets! Sure, Fugg might be able to figure it out, but we couldn't afford any adventures in our current situation...... In fact, if you need me to list 10,000 reasons why this dog's sacrifice was worth it, are you sure we're going to keep going?"

Virgili pointed to the wound on the dog's hind leg.

"I think I should bandage it first, that, while it sounds like a bit of a quibble, the wound isn't serious, at least not as horrible as it seems. It's Fugg's hand, he's good at it, and he doesn't really hurt this poor little thing......"

"I'm not going to waste my energy on a dog. In the sea of consciousness, Fugg said coldly.

Virgili ignored his protests with great blatantness.

Calvin glared at Vigilli with a complicated expression: "Then hurry up and wrap that dog's legs! This fucking plan sucks, I repeat, it sucks!"

Virgili had neatly bandaged the dog's wound before Calvin could speak.

Just over an hour later, Calvin and Virgilli, the disguised "good intentions", were already holding the injured dog and standing in the waiting hall of the El House Pet Hospital.

Everything went as smoothly as Virgilli had promised Calvin, at least at first.

The Eyre House Pet Hospital is a beautiful ochre-colored brick building, with bright windows hidden behind greenery, and a small number of figures can be faintly seen swaying behind the glass. Judging from the building itself, it was even much more luxurious than many human clinics (Calvin was now pretty sure that the director of this hospital should have had a pretty good time in New York for twelve years, and there was a reason why Virgili (and the rest of his body) had chosen this place for surgery. They walked into the hospital with their dogs in their arms, their faces full of panic and a little blood on their bodies.

"Sorry, we ran into it while jogging on the beach—"

Vigili shouted in a bit of a hurry.

His acting skills are perfect, and the only unexpected situation may come from the other "patients" in the waiting room.

A cat, locked in a huge cat box that could be described as magnificent, let out a menacing roar the moment Calvin and Virgili entered the clinic.

Driven by it, in the adoption cage located against the wall of the waiting room, the big dogs and puppies to be adopted also barked at the two through the glass door. For a moment, this pet hospital, which originally seemed high-end and cold, seemed extremely chaotic and noisy.

A nurse panicked up from behind her desk and ran towards Calvin and Vicchili.

"What the hell is going on......"

Her face was full of panic, and it was almost impossible to tell if it was the injured dog in Vigilli's hands or the chaos of the situation.

"I don't know, we just found out that the dog was badly injured, we thought it was dead but it kept screaming when it saw us coming - sorry the dogs were scared......?

In charge of dealing with the nurses is Vickyli.

His voice was full of concern and panic, the tone of a tourist when encountering an emergency.

Calvin stood a little behind him, a cap and sunglasses covering most of his face, his face rubbed with dark brown ointment, and he looked like the most common kind of skateboarder on the beach.

"Oh, poor little thing. "

The young nurse was startled at the sight of the bloodied dog in Vicgilli's arms, and Calvin suspected that she had not figured out the situation until this point. Well, maybe he should forgive him too, too, in a luxury animal hospital in this location, the usual patients are usually small dogs with indigestion or pure-blooded cats suffering from urinary tract infections, and such a bloody and wailing dog would have been enough to overwhelm the nurse, not to mention the fact that it was still in a terrible state where all the animals were howling desperately.

"I think it's dying, it's got a big wound and it's bleeding all the time, is there a doctor here? God, hurry up and save this little guy. ”

Vigili pleaded at the right time, and even the chaos on his face was perfect.

The blood of stray dogs stained the beautiful terrazzo floor of the pet hospital, and Calvin quickly looked around. It's the summer season, but there aren't too many animal owners waiting for treatment.

A man who looked like a Silicon Valley elite was holding a huge cat box containing the same "leader" that caused the animal chain to howl, a long-haired black cat so large that it could almost be called a lion cub, with a pair of cold orange-yellow eyes staring in Calvin's direction through the cage. Its ears were completely turned back to the back of its head, and the low roar that was like a Harley-Davidson motorcycle starting.

Its owner seemed rather uneasy, constantly turning his gaze between the two of them and his own cat.

"Hey, sweetheart, it's okay, it's okay......"

He muttered as he turned around, keeping his body between the cat and Calvin.

Another girl in a limited-edition skirt frowned and sat down in the distance with the lop-eared rabbit in her arms. Thank God, the lop-eared rabbit didn't say anything the whole time, but it still looked restless.

Beyond that was an old woman in a frost-blue suit, looking with some concern in the direction of Vickyli and Calvin.

"You should call Dr. Mira to come and see—"

The old woman, who seemed to be a regular visitor to the hospital, patted the big white dog squatting next to her lap, and yelled at the nurse, who was already the calmest one in the hospital, but its eyes were firmly fixed on Vicchi's body, and her nose wrinkled, revealing sharp teeth that she knew had been carefully cared for.

"I, I will, I'll go now. ”

The nurse hurriedly ran towards the office.

A short time later, the old woman's Dr. Mira hurried before Calvin and Virgilli.

"Oh my God, what the hell is this......" She let out an exclamation as she stared at the chaos in the waiting room, and then noticed Virgili and Calvin, "Who the hell did it to such an innocent animal?" ”

Dr. Mira, about forty years old and with elaborate makeup on her face that didn't quite look like a veterinarian, frowned tightly as she lifted the blanket that covered the stray dogs.

"Damn it, this little poor guy is really badly injured - take it to the operating room first, I think it might scare the other patients here. ”

Dr. Mira said.

Maybe it was because of the old woman, or maybe it was because of the deafening barking of the dog, but after a brief period of panic, the stray dog in Vigilli's arms, "perhaps cut by a drunken young man for fun", was given priority treatment.

In that sense alone, the stray dog was treated much luckier than many less fortunate humans.

Calvin was supposed to go to the examination room with Virgili and take the opportunity to observe the interior of the El House Animal Hospital, as he had planned.

But the success so far came to an abrupt end at this moment.

【Hee-hee-......】

As he was about to step into the corridor leading to the examination room, Calvin suddenly heard a small, rapid sneer.

The whisper sounded like a child.

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