[Comprehensive] Cute Pet Diary

【You have an amazing fox girl. 】

【Owner: Jerome Ledford (Dentist)】

It was dawn and the number of wounded people was reduced. I saw the opportunity, dragged my feet, slipped away from the waiting room on the first floor, and slowly moved into the ward where the landlord was.

The curtains in his ward were tightly covered, and no matter how bright the morning light was, it had nothing to do with the inside.Only a small yellow light on the floor by the window was still on, and the light was dim.

Fortunately, the lights on the display screens of various instruments were bright enough to illuminate the ward together with the small floor lamp.

There were no nurses or doctors. Mr. Landlady was lying quietly on the bed, covered with a quilt and wearing the hospital uniform of St. John's Hospital.

Although his pale and livid face looked a little bit worse, but fortunately he slept soundly.

I asked the doctor in charge of Mr. Landlord, and he was pushed out of the operating room just after this morning. His life is not in danger for the time being, but it will be difficult to say later.

This has been the case since I was diagnosed with gastric cancer.

Most patients live with the mentality that if they are alive today, they may not be alive tomorrow.

The landlord usually doesn't look like a person with such thoughts, I don't know if he will be so open-minded after this sudden outbreak.

Noticing the chair next to the ward, I went over and sat down without delay.

As soon as he sat down, he saw the twisted white coat on his knees, and his brows furrowed uncontrollably.

It's all about the clothes!

Otherwise, I wouldn't have been dragged to the hospital all night to save lives and heal the wounded!

His eyes were almost numb from the blood!

Give money!Even if I'm not an employee of your hospital, you still have to pay for my hard work all night!Don't pretend that saving lives and helping the wounded is a doctor's bounden duty!

I am a dentist!

It is the disobedient teeth in the disobedient child's mouth that I should save the dying and heal the wounded!

I stared at the white coat, groaned for a while, then stood up again, took off the white coat, and threw it aside.

I propped my chin and squinted my head dizzily for a while, thinking about it, as if something had been accidentally forgotten by me.

what is it then……

Hmm... I remember when I was dragged to be a doctor, there was someone with me...

Is... where is my little fox? !

I opened my eyes so suddenly that I almost jumped up.

Last night, I only had time to put the little fox on the chair at the door of the ward before being dragged away. I don’t know if she has continued to serve as a qualified fox backpack or toy...

I looked around the ward, except that the landlady's cuff was stained with some blood that might have flowed out from an unsteady needle, nothing was red.

In other words, the little fox didn't come back?

I didn't bother to squint any longer, so I stood up and ran outside, afraid that if I was a step too late, the little fox would be rudely invited out by the hospital security.

When I ran all the way to the door of the emergency room regardless of time, place and occasion, the little fox was still on the blue seat.

But she wasn't there alone, there was an old man with white hair sitting beside her.

I think his age would be 70 to [-] years old regardless of the white hair on his head. He was wearing a dark green suit with dark patterns, leather shoes with a soft halo, and a white handkerchief stuffed in the left chest pocket. , the perfect gentleman pie.

As the most hairy rotten countryman, I can't make any criticisms of him.

The old man was sitting next to the little fox, with his lowered head hanging in the direction of the little fox, and the little fox raised his head slightly.

A faint smile appeared on both of their faces at the same time, and I was a little taken aback.

What's the matter...are they chatting? ? ?

An old man and a fox can actually have a common topic? ? ?

I think I must have come to them with an expression of disbelief, because when the old man looked at me, his eyes were kind and full of meaning: "Oh, young man, you are finally back."

Hearing this tone, he is more familiar than Mr. Landlord.

"It's not good to leave such a beautiful lady here waiting all night." The old man said with a half-smile, "Although you are going to do something good."

With a smirk on my face, I calmly stared at the little fox—who is this?

The little fox raised its pointed ears and swayed its pointed chin slightly to the sides, which meant that she didn't know either.

I don't know how long I've been chatting with him?

"Young man, please judge from the bottom of your heart, do I look like a bad person?" The old man spread his hands as he said, "I just heard that my old friend was suddenly hospitalized last night, and I just came to see him."

I have a meal.

My strange intuition told me that the old friend the old man was talking about was Mr. Landlord.I don't understand why I'm so sure.

Probably seeing my doubts, the old man smiled and knocked on the seat: "Sit down and talk?"

The little fox stepped aside immediately upon hearing the sound, and I sat down without hesitation.As soon as I sat down, the little fox consciously moved over, trying to climb up my lap.

I frowned and pushed her down.

She stared at me accusingly with wide open eyes.

I had no choice but to answer her: "I took care of the injured all night, and I'm dirty."

After the little fox heard it, he just tilted his head and stuck it even more sticky.This time I pushed her again and she didn't move, she just curled up on my lap and hugged her tail.

Through the fluffy red hair on its tail, I noticed that the little guy was still peeking at me.

Since she doesn't dislike me, I don't dislike her any more.

I turned my head and looked at the old man who was watching us with gusto, and asked, "Do you have anything to say to me?"

"It's nothing, I just envy you for having such a beautiful lady."

The old man said with a smile, and folded his hands together. I glanced casually and saw a lot of hair on his cuffs.

Taking a closer look, it wasn't just the cuffs, there was a lot of hair of different colors and lengths on this man's suit.

This reminds me immediately of Mr. Landlord.

As a very qualified pet shop manager, he gets a lot of hair all day long.

But I didn't see any bright red hair on him.This shows that the little fox did not stick to him.

This unexpectedly made me feel better, and I couldn't help touching the little fox's head.

For some unknown reason, the little fox turned his head and glanced at me strangely.

I pretended I didn't see her look just now, and continued to ask the old man: "The friend you mentioned is called Tom Lax?"

The old man smiled so much that his eyebrows trembled: "Yes, our old friend for more than ten years, he is hospitalized, I should come and see."

... How can anyone come to see a seriously ill friend with a smile on his face?

I kept a smirk on my face and said, "Tom isn't awake yet. If you can't wait, you can go and see him first. When he wakes up, I'll tell him you've been here."

"Oh, that's unnecessary." The old man smiled and stood up, "But young man, I have to say..."

"what?"

The old man had a strange smile on his face.He bowed to me and gave a salute: "Young man, you have an amazing fox girl."

I couldn't help but look down at the little fox, and she happened to be looking at me too.

I heard the old man say again: "Parting is always inevitable, but I don't know which one you will like more."

……What's the meaning?

What is "parting is always inevitable"?

What is "which one do you prefer"?

As soon as he finished speaking, I looked up, but he was no longer in sight.

I stared blankly at the empty eyes, and then looked at the little fox again after a while.The little fox didn't show any expression, but the corners of his eyes tilted upwards were slightly meaningful.

"Will you leave me?" I asked her.

The little fox who can't speak seems to have something to say, but he can't say it.In the end, I just covered the back of my hand with her tiny paws. Her paws were soft and rough, and they were very warm.

I think I should really put aside the hand that touched the hospital equipment in disgust.

But I just don't give up.

"Let's go, let's go see Tom." I said, standing up with the little fox in my arms.

And the little fox didn't like the gesture of being held by me very much. She stretched out her claws to grab my clothes, easily climbed to my back, and hung on my back as a back pendant.

... She is also addicted to it.

I didn't care about her either, I just let her hang around and walked back to the landlord's ward.

Coincidentally, the landlord just woke up.

The doctor and the nurse were examining him. He sneaked in and smiled at me standing at the door, which seemed a bit heartless.

I rolled my eyes and suddenly remembered that I seemed to have forgotten one more thing.

So I exited the ward, took out my phone, and searched for the name starting with c that was added to my phone contacts yesterday.

I didn't go in until the doctors and nurses were out of the ward.

When the landlord saw me, he laughed heartlessly: "Thank you, Jimmy."

I shook my phone at him: "It's nothing hard, I just informed Chris about your hospitalization, and she started crying on the phone—don't thank me."

Mr. Landlord: "...I don't want to thank you."

The little fox hanging from my back has already climbed down, jumped onto the bed, stepped on the stomach of this patient with advanced gastric cancer on the bed, and lay on his chest.

The landlord smiled weakly: "Hey, dear little C, I can't help but miss my sweetheart who is not cute when I see you."

The little fox actually wanted to roll his eyes.

"Then do you want me to tell Chris not to come?" I picked up the phone again, "Just say that her father, who may belch at any time, doesn't want to see her, so she doesn't have to come."

Mr. Landlord: "...I found that Doctor, you acted a little rough today."

"Don't mention the title of doctor to me!" My face darkened, "Because of this title, I was taken to treat the wounded all night! I couldn't close my eyes and rest all night! Look at my dark circles!"

I don’t know if Mr. Landlord saw the dark circles on my face, but he looked like he wanted to laugh but was afraid of pain, and finally he had to gasp and say: “It seems that Jimmy You are not just the tooth fairy who protects the tooth baby..."

I snorted with my nose: "In the early years, my father didn't want me to study oral surgery, so he instilled in me a lot of knowledge about general surgery."

Although in the end I didn't become the person he wanted me to be, but the knowledge of general surgery is something I can't forget.

"Actually, dentists make more money." The landlord obviously sided with me.

"Right."

"But your surgical knowledge is sufficient."

"Enough of what?"

The landlady blinked slyly: "Enough to be my pet shop veterinarian."

"..."

Why did I bring this guy to the hospital yesterday? !

I should have left him to fend for himself!

Seeming to see my irritability, the little fox left the landlord's bed and came to me again stepping on the belly of a patient with advanced gastric cancer.

As soon as I reached out, she grabbed it naturally.

There was silence in the ward for a while, and finally the landlady spoke first: "I've never heard you talk about your father."

"What's the matter?" I said, hugging the little fox tightly into my arms, "Isn't your daughter seldom coming to see you?"

"This is different. My sweetheart will always keep me in mind if she doesn't come to see me, at least she will come to see me."

"...I ran away from home. My father can even freeze my bank/bank/card. He will not forgive me."

The landlady smiled: "It sounds so pitiful."

"I don't need you to be pitiful." I myself felt that the tone was a bit too blunt.

In order not to let this kind old man be choked by my words, I changed the subject: "Actually, I quite like general surgery."

Even my mean father said I had a talent for it.

"But you didn't study general surgery." The landlady wanted to make a gesture of propping up his chin, but he still had a needle in his hand, so he had to give up. "Because of your father?"

"……Um."

"It really is a young man," the landlord sighed, "don't let him ruin you for a while, and ruin your life for the rest of your life."

"...I'm doing a good job as a dentist now." I replied, "Otherwise, I wouldn't be able to send you to the hospital when you get sick."

"Yes, yes, I have to thank you for that."

My palms itched, and I knew it was the little fox scratching my palms unhappily.

I lowered my head and said to her intentionally: "It's good for me to be a dentist now, otherwise I won't be entangled by some little bastard."

The little fox then showed a half-smile smile.

I thought she was really cute, so I tapped her nose with my fingertips.

The little fox held my hand and insisted on climbing onto my shoulders. I was busy avoiding it, and was flustered for a while, which made the landlord who was watching the scene laugh out loud.

It didn't take long for Chris to arrive.

She ran very hard, and before we reached the door of the ward, we heard the crisp sound of her high-heeled shoes buckling.

I know I have to go.

I stood up, and the little fox ran up to my back again.I waved my hand at Mr. Landlord: "Take good care of your illness, you will die in a while."

"Of course I know I won't die," the landlord responded with a smile and waved his hands, "But young man, if your father refuses to forgive you, come to me, and I promise to convince him in half a day."

I stared at him and found that he wasn't joking, so I laughed too: "That's a good relationship. If I go back and get kicked out by him, I will definitely come to you again for help."

So you must live until then...

I met Chris, whose eyes were swollen from crying, and she showed me a smile that was uglier than crying. I could only nod in response: "Go, your father is waiting for you."

"Thank you, doctor." Chris said.

I was aggrieved: "Who is a doctor? I am not a doctor..."

When I got back to the pet store, I was taken aback.

The glass window of the pet store was shattered all over the floor, and the rolling shutter door was hanging on it in a posture that was about to fall. The entire store seemed to be ransacked.

The little fox wanted to jump down, so I hugged her quickly, and only after I walked in through the broken glass carefully did I put her on the ground.

Little Nightingale came out to greet her: "Where's the boss?"

I didn't answer, but first expressed my condolences to the window: "This is... what's wrong?"

"Oh, last night there were a bunch of gangsters around here who wanted to rob the boss while he was in the hospital, and threw bricks and broke the glass," Little Nightingale said, rolling up her sleeves to brighten her muscles, "I broke my legs and threw them away." Go out and be picked up before dawn."

Me: "This, so..."

The kitchen above, and the hall below, can not only soothe the restless heart of cute pets, but also beat the crap out of the little bastards, so to speak is Little Nightingale.

Mr. Landlord hired this multi-purpose clerk and only paid one salary, which is really a lot of money.

The little cute pets that were on sale with marked prices started to chatter again, while Little Nightingale and I sat down in the unusually cool shop without glass windows.

Leaning on her strong shoulders, I felt a mysterious sense of security.

"How is the boss?" Little Nightingale asked.

"Very well, his daughter is taking care of him, he may be very excited." I said.

"Oh, what about your little fox?" Little Nightingale asked again.

Little fox... where did little fox go?

I looked around, but didn't see her: "I probably ran upstairs."

"Are you hungry?" Little Nightingale reminded me, "And the doctor, aren't you hungry?"

When she said that, I was a little...

"I'll cook." Little Nightingale said, got up and went to the kitchen.

I didn't want to watch the drafty window alone, thinking that with Little Nightingale around, no one would dare to come to the store, so I went upstairs with confidence.

The door on the third floor was left open last night, and when I stood at the door, I heard waves of water.

Probably the little fox ran to take a bath again.

...Does it mean that the faucet on the washbasin makes such a loud water sound?

This sounds like the sound of the lotus pod running water!

Curious, I headed to the bathroom.

The door was ajar, but I pushed it open.

Then, I regretted that I pushed the door open.

The bathroom was filled with mist with heat.

The glass sliding door blurred by the mist reflected a person taking a bath inside, it was a figure that would have a nosebleed just by looking at it... Damn it.

The heat surged, and I immediately covered my nose.

Fuck, crap—? !

My mind went blank, and when I came back to my senses, I was already sitting on the bed, still holding my nose.

I don't know if I have a nosebleed or not, I just know I better cover my nose.

Before I could think about why it was not my cute little fox taking a bath in the bathroom but one of you, one, one...the bathroom door rang.

I twitched reflexively.

Something that the nervous white-haired old man said earlier popped into my head:

Young man, you have a wonderful fox girl.

Parting is always inevitable, just don't know which one you will like more.

—what the hell does that mean? !

My head is about to twitch.

At this time, the bathroom door was still open.

Come out, it will be—

"Hi, Jimmy."

Nasal laughter, lazy, nice, sexy... strange.

I couldn't help looking up.

What will you see?