[Comprehensive Yingmei] I am not I do not have

But Mr Graham wants to keep adopting the dog.

After Mu Ke raised his hand to take away the soul that he pulled out, he put Spot back on the operating table, turned around and changed into a sterile surgical gown, and put on plastic gloves.

Spot's own soul was damaged, but unlike the previous Lihun, the damage of his soul seemed to only make this big dog a little dazed, with no damage to his heart, and even more gentle.Muke stretched out his hand to stroke Spot's fur, chanted a dust removal spell, cleaned up the mud and coagulated blood on its body, and then began to treat the cut on Spot's leg.

Spot looked at the person in front of him with those brown and black round eyeballs, unlike the previous Lihun who had an intuitive feeling for power, it was not afraid of Mu Ke at all, and even opened its mouth to let the saliva flow along its The big tongue dripped onto the operating table.

Mu Ke glanced casually, gave Spot an injection of local anesthesia, and began to sew up the wound on Spot's leg that was probably scratched by rough rocks.

His job is almost optional, and the underworld government has no requirements for his work performance, while the US government can't explain why or ask for such incidents.So Mu Ke occasionally let go of some harmless and damaged souls. In fact, even if they were harmful, he didn't care too much.The jade gourd on the handprint shone and returned to its pure white color.

After the anesthesia took effect, Spot became quiet, resting his protruding canine jaw on the operating table, whimpering occasionally.Other than that, the only sound in the room was the sound of the metal instruments in Mu Ke's hands colliding, and there was a crisp sound when the suture was cut by the scissors.

Muke applied some other medicines to Spot's wound, wrapped it with a bandage, and lifted Spot's chin resting on the operating table with one hand, so that his hairy neck could be exposed, giving it a On an Elizabethan circle secured with velcro.Spot rubbed uncomfortably, but didn't bark.Mu Ke didn't say another word, he might be torn away from the wandering soul helplessly and wanted to say something, but this was out of his consideration.

He unhurriedly took off the gloves and put them into the recycling bin. He also took off the disinfected clothes. He dusted off his collar and used a dusting technique to remove a few drops of blood there, and then hugged Spot up. , and walked out.

Will sat on the fabric sofa in the waiting room, and a newspaper was spread out on the low table in front of him. The time written on the upper left corner of the newspaper showed that the newspaper had been on the newspaper rack in the waiting room for a while.Mu Ke only caught a glimpse of Will staring at the words "murder" on the article in a daze.

Will seemed to be immersed in his own world. He didn't realize that someone was coming until he heard Mu Ke's footsteps. His thinking was disrupted by this outside consciousness. He shook his head tiredly before raising his eyes. Come on, the fingers resting on the knees are retracted inward.

Mu Ke paused at the door for a while before continuing to walk in. Will stood up at this moment.His mandible moved with the movement of his mouth, as if he wanted to say something, but he didn't know how to speak.

At this moment, he was silent after taking Spot from Mu Ke's arms, and said, "Thank you."

Mu Ke nodded, and explained some follow-up matters to Will. Will responded with a few words of logical confusion. After having seven or eight dogs, he is very good at taking care of dogs. Listening to Mu Ke's voice, but he didn't listen to the extremely familiar content in his mind, instead he remembered Mu Ke's unique voice.Seeing that Will was in a trance, Muke didn't say any more, watched him walk out of the shelter, and quickly merged into the night with Spot.

Immediately afterwards, the sound of closing the car door and the sound of the engine broke the tranquility of the night, and soon, on the road with street lights, Will's car could be seen driving east again.

Mu Ke returned to the waiting room, and put the newspaper on the table back on the newspaper rack.After sitting down on the fabric sofa, he yawned.

This human body will be sleepy and need three meals a day, so Mu Ke will also be sleepy and need three meals a day.He is quite used to working at night, but if it is all night, he will still be sleepy.

Being a veterinarian was just an accidental choice, he had done other things too, like fiddler on a ship, maybe next time he would switch to a different career, or choose not to choose an additional career and just take it as a vacation.

That wasn't the only time Will has been to the shelter. He's made several visits since then, occasionally bringing an injured stray dog, and occasionally bringing one of his own sick dogs.

He didn't meet Mu Ke every time, but because of his work and residence at the FBI Academy, he could only come in the evening, so there were indeed many times when he would meet Mu Ke who was on night shift.

But not today.

And these children are still waiting in the reception room, Will can know from their conversation that these students hit a dog with their bicycles, and sent the dog to the shelter in a panic, In addition to containment, some diagnosis and treatment will also be done here. Mary, who is not much older than them, is trying to negotiate with them.

Will thought he should ask about Muke, but he didn't.

Yes, Will now knows that Dr. Branch is a Chinese, whose real name is Mu Ke.But he failed to know how to write these two characters.There is not much communication between the two, but it is better than nothing for two people who rarely communicate with others.

This is enough for Will to discover that even though Muke behaves normally when dealing with others, he is actually not a person who is keen on talking to strangers.He doesn't mind listening, but is less than expressive.

Will felt that this was a bit like him, but quickly withdrew the idea angrily.He himself is not good at communication, and he is not keen on communication with MOOCs, which is always different.Will's empathy troubled him like a nightmare, but he saw that Muke's listening was just listening, not accepting, much less like his empathy, like the roots of a giant tree spreading into the cracks in the stone , assimilating to itself.

A phone call interrupted Will's short thoughts. The number displayed on the screen did not have a name, but Will has been harassed by the owner of this number for the past few days, but in the eyes of the other party, this is not considered harassment.

Will didn't hang up, but turned the phone to silent, and threw the vibrating phone face down on the table.The phone pressed a recent newspaper, and the headline of the newspaper was "Mingzhou Shrike commits crime again".

With the shouts of the young children still ringing in his ears, Will buried his face in the palms of his hands, rubbed his eyes vigorously, and took another deep breath, trying to wake himself up.