At this time, a hovering car drove over and stopped in front of the two, and the driver poked his head out and asked, "Is it the two of you who took the taxi?" ”

"It's me, I'm going to ......" Before Mousse's words were finished, the cat and beast uncle next to him directly pushed him to the back seat, "Yes, I slept late, this little cub has a fever, he is very sick, and he refuses to go to the hospital for injections, he just ran out of the hospital, and the driver is troublesome to send him back." ”

"I, I'm not going to the hospital, I'm going home." Mousse wanted to resist, but because he was sick, his words were light and unconvincing.

"Look at this cub, they're all starting to talk nonsense. Uncle Troublesome Driver must send him to the hospital, don't let him escape home. ”

The driver was also a warm-hearted person, glanced at Mousse, and saw that his face was indeed red and sick, and he patted his chest and promised: "Don't worry, I will definitely send him to the hospital, and I will watch the doctor pick him up." ”

Caring for cubs and females is not an orc's responsibility.

"Then thank you, uncle." As he spoke, the old cat tied Mousse's safety away, and then forced the disc and black flowers into Mousse's arms.

The solemn instructed: "Those who see the flowers bloom, those who change their lives, those who can see the flowers, and those who save the crossing." Biochemistry is withering, the limit is approaching, and if you want to break the death calamity, you will survive in a desperate place. ”

After speaking, the old cat closed the car door and watched the driver leave, and returned to the stall by himself, regardless of whether Mousse was groggy or not, he had already said everything he could say, and the opportunities after that could only depend on himself.

"Old cat, when will you tell your fortunes, do you want to help me tell your fortunes too?" The bookseller leaned over again.

"How can I tell any fortunes, that's the superstitious stuff of ancient China, now more than 2,000 years have passed, people don't believe in the little cubs, how can you still believe in these things, it's the era of science and technology, you have to believe in science, science!"

"But I just saw what you said to that little cub, and it looks like that, huh?" The book seller didn't give up, thinking that this old cat was fooling him and didn't want to tell his fortune!

"Oh, you can guess the scolding, the cub just now looked sick, and the fever will recur nine times out of ten, and he is walking alone on the street, he must not care about him at home, otherwise how could he be sick and wandering on the street?"

"Then what kind of catastrophe are you talking about, what about the death calamity?"

"That's what I'm talking about, otherwise how would I sell CDs, I'm selling CDs and not a fortune teller. You can go back and sell your book. ”

"This ......" the book seller wanted to say something, but the cat and beast uncle didn't pay attention to him, and continued to shout on his own.

"Sell CDs, sell CDs, walk by, don't miss it, big sale, big sale! Seller of conscience! ”

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Hospital.

An Qing was waiting at the door with a bunch of doctors, just now An Lang was communicating with him, knowing that An Tiantian had an accident, he immediately gathered the doctors to prepare here early, and after waiting for a long time, he didn't wait for An Lang's car, An Qing was very anxious at the moment.

"Doctor An, look, there's a hovertruck." One of the nurses shouted.

An Qing hurriedly looked over, there was indeed a hovering car driving over, and without saying a word, he took people up, which startled the driver who was driving.