[Comprehensive] Cute Pet Diary

【I'm a dentist! 】

【Owner: Jerome Ledford (Dentist)】

It was peaceful before the incident.

The landlord's daughter Chrissy had just left, and he stood outside the store looking for a while, Little Nightingale was downstairs helping to take care of the pets, and I just saw off my last guest of the day.

After looking at the mouth for a day and pulling out the teeth for a day, I am very tired. When I close my eyes, I can see open mouths and yellow or white teeth in front of my eyes.

I didn't even bother to take off the white coat I was wearing outside, so I threw myself on the sofa, resting my chin on an arm, and squinted lazily.

The little fox was lying not far away, with its big red tail dangling from time to time. Like me, it also rested its chin on one arm... its forelimb.

The little distance between her and me, I can reach out and touch her.

After struggling with the nerve called cleanliness in my head for a while, I finally couldn't help but reach out to the little fox.

Anyway, the washbasin, shampoo, and towels she used to wash her body are all mine.I loathe her, and to some extent, I loathe myself too.

The closest part of the little fox to me is the tail.

When I stretched out my hand, I happened to poke my fingers into a ball of soft red hair, and even touched the bone in her tail with my palm, and subconsciously stroked it.

Bright green eyes opened and glanced idly in my direction.

Feeling her tail twirling in my palm, but not breaking free, I simply went to touch the hair on her back.

The feel of that place is much softer and thicker than the hair on the tail.

While touching me, I also sighed.

My cleanliness addiction and obsessive-compulsive disorder that I have persisted for nearly 30 years have been slowly changed in less than a month since I met this little fox.

I don't know whether it is sadness or joy.

The little fox and I just lazily lay on the sofa for a while, and just started to think about what to have for dinner in our heads, when we heard a loud noise from downstairs.

Like the sound of broken glass.

Little Nightingale's scream followed: "Boss? Boss! Are you okay?!"

Mr. Landlord's stomach... something is wrong!

I couldn't get on my stomach anymore, I jumped up from the sofa, rolled up my sleeves and ran downstairs.Before I ran a few steps, I felt my back sink, as if something hit me.

But it felt so fast that it seemed like an illusion, and I was also anxious to go downstairs, and continued to run without thinking about it.

The stairs, which I thought were not very long in the past, are now so long that I can’t see the end. I have long legs and I am anxious, so I just take one step on the third floor, and after a while, I landed firmly on the ground on the first floor.

After landing, I hurried to the small living room, and as soon as I ran in, I saw a piece of broken glass.Judging by the shape of the fragment, it was probably a glass jar for coffee.

Not far from the coffee table, Little Nightingale was kneeling on the ground, lying in front of the landlord with his back to me.

Her phone fell beside her, the screen was on, and it showed that the call was 911.Little Nightingale grabbed one of his arms, neither shaking nor pulling, and could only keep calling "Boss".

I rushed over, pulled Little Nightingale away, and told her to turn on the light.

It was dusk now, and the sky was much darker. Although I could still see people, I couldn't see their faces clearly.

While Little Nightingale got up to turn on the light, I squatted down and grabbed the landlord's hand, feeling my pulse and taking my breath.

The heart is beating fast, but more gas is coming in and less going out.

As soon as the light was turned on, the pale face of the landlady was clearly reflected, as well as the dark circles under his eyelids, and the sweat on his forehead was reflected by the LED light on the top of his head.

How much he hurts...

I softly called the landlord's name, and at the same time beckoned Little Nightingale to come and help me move him to the sofa.Unexpectedly, before Little Nightingale came over to help, I had already helped him up.

Looking at Mr. Landlord who still looks tough, I don't know what to say.

He is really too light, and his tough appearance is just empty, because he may have already overdrawn his body because of stomach cancer.

Little Nightingale stood at the corner of the sofa, very nervous: "Doctor, how is the boss? Does it matter?"

I straightened the landlord's arm that was covering his stomach so that he could lie down more comfortably, and then I replied to Little Nightingale: "I can only say that he is in pain now."

Little Nightingale looked at me with wide eyes, probably thinking that she could see it too.

I can only say helplessly: "I am not a doctor of this profession..." I am just a dentist, and there is nothing I can do.

Little Nightingale and I guarded Mr. Landlord, face to face in silence for a long time, and finally the sound of an ambulance came from outside the door.

The nearest hospital from here is St. John's Hospital, and the car came from there.

Little Nightingale was not in a hurry to go home, so I left her to look after the store, while I got into the ambulance with the landlord.

Just to be on the safe side, I stuffed all the medicine my landlord had been taking into my pocket.When I went to the checkout counter to find my medicine, the house full of pets fell silent.

It's not that there was no sound at all, they were all silent, and a few unknown little guys made low whimpering sounds like whimpering from their throats, looking very aggrieved and worried.

It seems that the heavy atmosphere in the small living room has also affected them...

These pets in Mr. Landlord’s store rubbed against each other, and were often looked at and touched by customers. I have always firmly refused to touch them.

But before going out, I still couldn't help turning my head back, squatting down, and touched the head of a puppy of unknown breed lying on the cage.

I said: "What are you afraid of? I am here. You are young, go to bed first."

The puppy shook its tail and whined, but it seemed to be reasonable and there was no more sound.

Looking at them, I thought from the bottom of my heart that maybe these pets really are psychic.

Before leaving, Little Nightingale stood behind me and called me, as if she had something to say.But when I turned around, her eyes were strange and flickering, but she didn't say anything.

I got into the ambulance with doubts.

The ambulance followed a doctor and a nurse, both young girls, to give emergency assistance to Mr. Landlord.

I took a look, the ambulance was dangling on the road, and their hands holding the syringes were shaking.Still too young and inexperienced.

Sighing helplessly, I took the syringe from them: "I'll do it." Then, I easily injected the medicine into the blood vessel of the landlord.

The young nurse stared at me curiously for a while, then asked, "Sir, are you a doctor too?"

I looked down at the white coat I was still wearing, and felt a headache: "It's just a dentist..."

Two people blinked at me vigorously.

At this time, the landlady's pale and bruised face seemed to be much more relaxed. I was relieved, and wanted to relax my back, so I leaned back, wanting to lean against the inner wall of the ambulance.

Just leaning up, I suddenly stopped.

That doesn't feel right...

I quickly reached out to touch my back, only to find a fluffy paw.So with a dark face, I tore off the little guy on my back and put it in my arms.

"Who told you to follow?!" I glared fiercely at the little fox on my lap.

She blinked her green eyes very innocently, and turned to look at the landlady, and then turned back.

Me: "...caring about him is not an excuse for you to run out."

The little fox was still blinking, but obediently sat on my lap and didn't run around.

I understand why Little Nightingale looks like she has something to say.She must have seen the little guy on my back and wanted to remind me, but she thought maybe I let the little fox hang on it on purpose, so she didn't say anything.

...Thinking about how this guy hung on my back and followed me for so long, it's really not easy, how strong is his arm?

Thinking, I held her down and checked the wound on her foreleg.Fortunately, the basically healed gunshot wound is not opening.

I stared at the little bastard and poked her hard with my index finger: "You want me to throw you at the hospital gate?"

The little fox tilted his head, showing disbelief.I was so angry that I really wanted to grab her tail and give her ass a few strokes.

Looking up, the two young girls were staring at the little fox.

I embarrassingly hid the little fox in my arms: "Then what...does the hospital allow pets?"

The eyes of the two girls followed the little fox into my arms, and they answered me when they heard my question: "It's not allowed."

"Then I..."

"You can give it to us temporarily." The eyes of the two girls who said this were a little bright, and they seemed to have completely ignored the patient who needed emergency treatment.

Please take responsibility for me!

"If you are worried, you can also let the little fox continue to hang on your back, just treat it as a plush toy or a backpack."

Seeming to see my reluctance, they added another method, "Recently, there are quite a lot of people carrying backpacks like chickens, cats, orangutans."

The little fox came out of my arms and looked at me.

I said, "From now on, you're a toy, or a backpack."

The little fox seemed to want to laugh, and grinned slightly at the corner of his mouth, but he didn't smile.The next second, she stayed in my arms, motionless as if she was really a plush toy.

I waved my hand in front of her eyes, but she didn't even move her eyeballs...very good.

I continued to hold the little fox in my arms until I got out of the car before moving her to my back.

Before pushing the landlord away, the two girls pretended to be nonchalant and walked behind me.I dare say they must have taken the opportunity to touch the little fox.

The landlady could sit up crying.

The little fox disguised as a backpack pendant was not banned from entering. I carried the little fox on my back and accompanied the landlord to the door of the emergency room.

Then I can no longer go in.

A row of chairs by the door was empty. I took the little fox off my back and was about to sit down and wait, but someone grabbed my sleeve.

A little nurse who was sweating from work ran over and grabbed my arm, eyes full of accusations in glasses: "Doctor! Another batch of wounded! How can you be lazy at this time!"

Me: "...Miss, you misunderstood—"

"There is no misunderstanding! Come with me!" The nurse dragged me away, and she kept saying, "The terrorist attack in the West District is being dealt with, but there are too many wounded, and too many nurses are novices. , seriously short of manpower, hurry up and follow me!"

Me: "...Miss, you really misunderstood, I am not—"

"Okay, okay, I'll take it as if you're not going to be lazy, and go save lives and heal the wounded first!" The nurse interrupted me decisively, "Put down your backpack first!"

With a light hand, the little fox that I just held in my hand was snatched by the nurse and placed on a chair in the waiting area.

She also said "Why is this backpack still warm".

... That's a real fox, isn't it warm? !

And don't just think I'm a doctor just because I'm wearing a white coat and standing at the door of the emergency room!I'm just a dentist!

Under the eyes of the little fox watching the show, I kept trying to explain to the nurse, but was interrupted by the nagging nurse, and finally pushed into the lobby of the waiting room on the first floor.

This place is already full of people, most of whom are wearing colorful clothes, and it has been directly opened up as a treatment room for the wounded. A group of young nurses and doctors are urgently treating the wounded.

After being pushed in front of a crying little girl, I turned around and saw that the nurse who pushed me had already gone to arrange for the injured.

I lowered my head, and the little girl's face was covered with tears, dust, and blood.I took a look, her arm was a little bruised and twisted unnaturally.

Like her, there were quite a lot of injuries around without anyone to take care of her. I had no choice but to roll up my sleeves resignedly, and squatted down: "Don't cry, tell me where it hurts..."

In one breath, I helped the little girl clean the wound, applied medicine, and put a splint on her dislocated arm. The injured thigh was tucked in.

"It's so beautifully bandaged." The nurse who sneaked over to take a look praised me appreciatively, "It's not the same as those novices at all!"

...But I'm really just a dentist!

Listen to someone explain it to me!