The fox has no bad intentions

Chapter 391 The Pain of Master Fuli
"Incredible! What kind of beast is he?!"

The actress sitting next to Mo Yiqing inadvertently glanced at the car accident scene photos that Mo Mo had sent to the instructor. The actress froze on the spot, looking at her own arm, then at Mo Mo's high-waisted jeans, and finally at her lower abdomen.

The actress's pitiful, childlike face visibly twisted and gradually became ferocious as she looked at Mo Mo in disbelief and exclaimed.

I treat my sister like a treasure, and you stand up and kick my dear sister?!
Where's my sword? Where's my Nine-Ringed Demon-Slaying Greatsword?!
"Ok?"

The actor's sudden big move startled An Sheng and A Qing, who were leaning over the porthole, gazing at the scenery.

"What nonsense are you thinking? If Ah Jie had that kind of ability, I would have caught him and made a movie about him long ago." Mo Mo rolled her eyes and said, "This size of a cow or horse would make even a mule nauseous, let alone a normal person."

"It's just a case study image I found online, to let the advisor know why we asked for leave."

Mo Yiqing rolled his eyes inwardly at the performer's overreaction.

Are you watching cartoons here?
You think that's a black hole? You'll be fine once you're rushed to the ICU after your corpus luteum cyst ruptures.

"Oh"

Despite the criticism, the actors felt a secret sense of satisfaction after learning that the cows and horses in the picture had not hurt Momo.

As expected of my older sister, her evasion stat is maxed out.

"hiss"

Upon seeing the picture of the gas tank in Momo's hand, Ansheng made a constipated expression and subconsciously used its fluffy tail to cover the slightly chilly little bell.

"You're all concerned about the size, but nobody cares about the guy who smashed the gas tank like that?"

"Oh no. We're definitely sisters."

"Wow."

Ah Qing looked astonished and subconsciously squeezed her legs together. Although she didn't have that thing, she had a strong sense of empathy and still felt a kind of phantom pain.

…………

After a flight of one and a half hours, the Dassault Falcon landed at Rongcheng Airport.

As soon as he got off the plane, a luxury sedan was waiting in front of the airport. The actor sat in the passenger seat facing the driver, and a slightly overweight but fashionably dressed man greeted him: "Uncle Hong".

"Yes, I've heard about it from your dad. I just spoke with the hospital."

"Your friend was lucky. I heard from the head of the urology department that because of the cold weather, his penis got cold and tucked in a bit. Although it was swollen like a bull's testicle, it was barely salvageable."

Sitting in the driver's seat, Shang Hongming chuckled and greeted the actors and people in the back seat before starting the car and driving towards West China Hospital: "But the fees are high too!"

"Besides, he might have some other troubles, but I, your uncle, dare not get involved in those matters."

The actor glanced sideways at Mo Yiqing in the back seat.

Upon hearing this, Mo Yiqing said nonchalantly, "As long as the person can leave the hospital unharmed, there's nothing else that can't be overcome."

She knew Ah Biao well. Although he was a bit flirtatious, he didn't have any bad habits. He would even blush like a monkey's bottom if he went to a karaoke bar and asked a young master for help. What kind of person could he possibly be?

“He lost a lot of money betting on football.” Hong Ming saw the actor looking at Mo Yiqing and probably understood that the reason the actor was asking him for help was because of the pretty girl in the back seat.

He withdrew his gaze from the rearview mirror and kindly reminded her, "Xiaoling's dad contacted me and asked me to help arrange a doctor. I also asked a friend in the traffic management department to inquire. He came out of Rongchengshan Golf Course last night."

"I heard that a guy from out of town lost over three million last night."

"Ok?"

Mo Yiqing was stunned upon hearing this, and frowned, not because he was frightened by Mo Shengjie losing three million.

It's not that Mo Shengjie is a gambler. He used to play golf for three or five hundred dollars a round and he was too lazy to bet on the sidelines. How could he suddenly bet so much?

"The chicken roll that A-Biao ate was definitely poisoned," Mo Yiqing murmured to himself.

With a familiar face to guide me, I navigated various alleyways and exchanged several shouting matches with pedestrians before finally arriving at West China Hospital.

Mo Yiqing quickly got out of the car and went to the front desk to ask about the location of Mo Shengjie's ward.

Ah Qing, carrying the little fox, quickly followed.

"Sorry, pets are not allowed inside." When A-Qing arrived at the hospital entrance, the security guard raised his hand and stopped her, informing her: "Pets can only roam within the hospital grounds. Pets are not allowed in the lobby or above."

"Well, guide dogs aren't allowed either, but we'll push wheelchairs to take visually impaired patients upstairs." The security guard added, as if remembering something. "What? You're not letting me go eat the melon?" An Sheng looked at the security guard with disbelief.

"There's a pet grooming shop across the street; you can temporarily leave your pet there," the security guard continued.

"That's it"

Upon hearing this, A-Qing looked at Mo Yiqing's retreating figure, then focused her gaze on the little fox. After thinking for a moment, she said:

"Xiao An, I'll be back in ten minutes to visit Mo Mo's boyfriend, okay?"

The little fox's face fell, and she looked at the security guard who had refused her.

"The world is full of oppression against foxes."

"When will Fox be able to stand up?"

Ah Qing left the little fox at the beauty salon and hurriedly ran to the hospital, intending to visit Mo Shengjie briefly and return immediately. An Sheng, her face full of resentment, watched Ah Qing's retreating figure and whimpered loudly:

"Ah Qing! Don't come back too early. Remember to finish hearing the whole story before you come back!"

"Otherwise, I won't be able to sleep tonight!"

An Sheng sighed helplessly. What could she do when the hospital refused to let pets in?

Of course, for Master Fuli, he could choose to scale walls and rooftops, or stand upright, put one hand on his hip, call the security bureau, and then be transferred to the Rongcheng branch.

But An Sheng thought about it and decided against it; it wasn't a particularly big deal.

Going shopping with Ah Qing for a while would be nice.

"Don't touch me. Can't you see I'm sulking here?"

The old man, Fuli, who was lying on the pet table, kicked at the groomer who was rubbing his hind legs.

"Is this the fox that needs its gourd-shaped tail trimmed?" the beautician asked the cashier.

Touching the fox's smooth, clean fur, as a certified pet groomer, one can immediately tell that the fox's owner takes great care of it.

There was absolutely no sign of him shedding, so his owner must have been taking good care of him every day.

With a fox of this quality, it's hard to believe the owner would shave it bald just because they're too lazy to groom its fur.
"Just shave it, the young girl said she'd let us take care of her."

"In 43-degree weather, who wouldn't be hot wearing a sweater? What's wrong with taking good care of the fox? Just put a curling iron on him and curl him into a teddy bear style."

The boss sat at the cashier, one leg crossed, looking completely nonchalant, and said:

"When it comes to pets, do you understand the expertise and authority?"

An Sheng glanced at the beautician, then at the nonchalant boss, and let out a soft moan.

"Oh"

The beautician nodded as if she understood, but deep down she knew that the ruthless boss was just using psychological manipulation on her again.

But what can you do when he's the boss?
"Buzzing—"

Just as the groomer turned on the electric clippers, preparing to shave off all of the fox's fur.

Mr. Fuli raised his hand, pressed it against the beautician's wrist, and looked at the beautician with a serious expression.

The beautician was taken aback and stared at the fox.

In the blink of an eye.

The fox had already jumped from the table onto the roller shutter door, using its weight to close it.

The owner and the beautician looked surprised.

"The hospital wouldn't let me in, but the master didn't mind. There are many patients in their hospital, and Master Fuli is kind-hearted!"

"You actually want to shave my hair!"

Mr. Fuli, holding electric clippers, looked displeased.

(End of this chapter)