The relationship between men and women in the city is not as slow as before.

But fast, there are also benefits of fast.

In slow times, trains are slow, letters are slow, and it takes a long, long time to get to know someone, so a good relationship can become a legend. However, in the fast era, social software and high-speed rail can shorten the distance, and you can try it if you have a good feeling, and the whole society has increased the fault tolerance rate.

When Dr. Liu met Zhang Xiangling, he had the idea that he wanted to pursue.

Zhang Xiangling is just simple, but she is not stupid, and she can naturally feel Dr. Liu's excessive concern. Fortunately, she didn't hate Dr. Liu, and of course she would acquiesce in his courtesy and continue to get along.

"Actually, we don't have anything yet, we want to know more about him." Zhang Xiangling explained.

"I know, the first time we met, the impression was not bad." Song Guyan said very objectively.

Dr. Liu is good-looking, and his manners are in place. In terms of Song Guyan's eyes, most people with impure minds can't hide it.

Finally, when Michelle finished the drip, the nurse came in and removed the needle.

"Meow~Meow~"

As soon as Michelle landed, she got to Zhou You's side and rubbed Labrador's back affectionately.

"Look, here it is again, I feel that soybean milk powder is the owner of Michelle."

Song Guyan smiled: "After all, soybean milk powder is Mi Xue's life-saving benefactor!" ”

Zhang Xiangling hugged Michelle and began to pet the cat.

Michelle was a little unhappy, rolled a few times, and had to accept her fate.

The potion injected into Michelle's body only temporarily controlled the condition.

There is no cure for the disease caused by genetic problems, and the experts in the hospital are still preparing a treatment plan. The relationship between Dr. Liu and Zhang Xiangling is so good now, so naturally they will not hide these inside information.

In the afternoon, there was still daily training, and Song Guyan and Zhou You didn't stay for long, so they could only rush back to the base. Mi Xue was reluctant to die, but she could only scream in Zhang Xiangling's arms.

One, two, and three were taken care of, and they couldn't get out in the middle of the night, so they only traveled alone at night.

It's still a barbecue stand for bald tattooed men, or a little yellow dog and their wandering group.

"What would you like to eat today?" The tattooed man asked with interest.

Zhou You shook his head, he was in a bad mood, his appetite was not good, and he didn't really want to eat supper.

The main purpose of this trip was to cure Samoyed.

Wound inflammation is a big or small problem, and in the unclean environment in the wild, damp woods, Samoyed's wounds are actually very dangerous.

Mi Xue's matter, Zhou You can only feel a deep sense of powerlessness. It's like an obstacle in his heart, Zhou You has to do something, otherwise Zhou You feels that he will never be able to let go of himself in the future.

The little yellow dog was as indifferent to the following Labrador as ever, neither expelling nor approving.

The leader has no opinion, and the rest of the cats and dogs, of course, will not say anything.

Without the extra food of the trip, the dinner of the small group seemed much more miserable, mostly bones.

Fortunately, stray cats and dogs are accustomed to this kind of food, and most of the people left behind are old, weak, sick and disabled, and they have not been abandoned, which is already good.

"Wang~" Zhou You signaled that he had no malicious intent.

Samoyed is worthy of being a representative of stupid dogs, as long as it does not affect his gnawing of bones, he is completely blind.

Zhou You took out the anti-inflammatory drugs and potions in the plastic bag, which aroused the curiosity of other cats and dogs. When they found that it was not something to eat, many cats and dogs walked away.

The little yellow dog notices the anomaly and comes over to see what is going on.

"Wang?"

This is a rare trip for the little yellow dog, but the tour can't be explained to it well. Therapy is a very abstract concept for dogs.

Zhou You approached Samoyed's front paws and gently opened the wound. If it were a regular hospital, these processes would have to be carried out in a sterile environment, but unfortunately due to environmental restrictions, everything could only be simplified.

The rot of the wound was already so high that Satsuma could no longer feel the pain of the wound.

A strong stench emanated from the wound, and Zhou You was dizzy from the smoke.

Zhou You took out a handful of shiny tweezers from the plastic bag, which frightened the bones in Samoyed's mouth and fell out.

"Wang~Wang~" Samoyed shouted, dragging his injured leg and about to run.

Zhou You was originally pressed on his thighs, but unfortunately the strength was too small, and he was displaced a few steps.

What the hell!

The little yellow dog was also on guard, after all, tweezers looked like sharp weapons. They can't understand the concept of healing, but they know what can hurt them.

Samoyed is stupid by nature, and Zhou You doesn't expect to explain it to it, so let's communicate with the little yellow dog.

Zhou Youyu used both hands and feet, trying to let it know that the tweezers and potions were used to heal Samoyed, not to make other snakeskins.

The little yellow dog nodded half-incomprehensibly. Simple logic, it can still be coiled, and the Labrador in front of it will not be unfavorable to everyone, and Samoyed's wound has indeed reached a place where it cannot be delayed.

The little yellow dog gestured to the husky and the golden retriever, who quickly pressed Satsuma to the ground.

"Wang~Wang~" Samoyed struggled unhappily for a long time.

Zhou You carefully tore the wound open with tweezers, and by the moonlight, he saw the carrion. The nerves in these carrions had long since died, and even if they were peeled off, Samoyed would not feel the slightest pain.

The design knowledge of tweezers is definitely an anti-dog design for the convenience of humans, for dogs. Zhou You could only try not to touch the flesh around the carrion, and he was so tired that he was a little suspicious of the dog.

"Woo~"

"Wang~"

The Samoyed had no idea what the Labrador was trying to do, but it was in pain after accidentally touching the flesh around it.

The more you toss, the more you can't avoid mistakes, and you can only fall into a nausea cycle.

Satsuma's tears came out and he screamed very miserably, and the cats and dogs around him were so frightened that they avoided it.

The little yellow dog was also a little frightened, but when he saw the carrion cleaned up, he was quite firm.

The golden retrievers and huskies who were pressing Satsuma couldn't help but look to the side.

The first time the operation was so difficult to clean the wound, the pressure of traveling around was also very high, and the flesh pads and tongue of the paws secreted a lot of sweat.

Probably tired and numb from pain, Samoyed gradually quieted down, lying on the ground and gasping for breath.

Taking advantage of this stall, Zhou You sped up the speed of cleaning up the carrion.

The black-brown liquid is getting less and less, and the red fresh blood is increasing, and Zhou You knows that it's almost there.