Daily Life in the Pet Shop Ch. 198

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The day after they returned to the store, Du Qianze left for the set. When Fang Yi saw him off, he felt a little reluctant to let him go. Du Qianze had only stayed a few days in the store, but Fang Yi had already gotten used to his presence. It was a good thing. Fang Yi wasn't sure if he was in love with Du Qianze, but thinking about spending the future with him, he didn't feel repulsed at all. Instead, he felt a little excited.

In the days Fang Yi was gone, Naiba couldn't pretend to be sick anymore, but she was still a little weak. She didn't always bother Naima, and Naima didn't dislike her as much anymore.

After Fang Yi had taken Naima and Naiba for a run in the park, they sat down on the long bench at the entrance to rest. Naiba took the opportunity to nudge closer to Naima, continuously rubbing against him. Her large body blocked Naima from view, completely hiding him.

When they were about to leave, Fang Yi noticed that Naima had disappeared again. He asked Naiba, but Naiba just stared ahead, grinning stupidly, not saying anything.

Not long after, Naima returned, carrying a rope in his mouth, and on the other end of the rope was a very dirty dog.

Fang Yi quickly walked over, took the rope from Naima's mouth, and pushed Naima aside. He tested the dog's nose temperature, then turned to Naima and told it to take Naiba back. He wasn't mistaken; the dog had a cold.

Naima looked up at Fang Yi, then turned to look at Naiba. He barked a few times at Naiba, and they both headed back. Fang Yi followed behind them, trying to keep his distance.

"Uncle, this is my dog," a child suddenly said, tugging at Fang Yi's shirt.

"Come here." The child was tugging at Fang Yi from the middle of the road. Fang Yi quickly grabbed the child and lifted him, carrying him to the side of the road. Only then did he see that the child was a little beggar from the area.

"Uncle, this is my dog." The little beggar ran to the dog, hugging it as he said, "This is my dog. Please don't take it away, okay?"

"This is your dog? It's sick. Aren't you going to help it get better?" Seeing the way the dog reacted to the beggar, Fang Yi was sure that the beggar wasn't lying. However, the dog's behavior was a bit strange. It seemed like it didn't want to see the beggar and was struggling fiercely.

"I want to treat it, but I don't have enough money. I'm still saving up. Uncle, do you know how much it would cost to treat it at the pet shop over there?" The little beggar pointed to the Chinese village dog pet shop.

"Probably just a few dozen yuan," Fang Yi thought for a moment before answering. Of course, it would cost more for others, but if the beggar really took his dog to get treated, Fang Yi had no intention of charging him.

"Really? I've saved up a lot of money. I can definitely take it to see the doctor. Uncle, you're not lying to me, right? They all told me that treating a pet at the pet shop is really expensive, and that if they sold me, the money wouldn't even cover the medical costs." Hearing Fang Yi's words, the little beggar really wanted to believe him but wasn't sure if what he said was true.

"It's true. You should take it to the doctor right away," Fang Yi handed the leash to the little beggar. The dog struggled even more, and the beggar almost couldn't hold onto it.

"Xiao Xing, please don't go. I promise I'll make you better." The little beggar, seeing the dog's distress, became very upset, and suddenly burst into tears, hugging the dog tightly.

"It doesn't want to go with you. Why?" Fang Yi crouched down and gently patted the beggar's head. He was sure that this dog belonged to the beggar, but why did it seem so unwilling to see him? The look in the dog's eyes was both longing and sad.

"They said that Xiao Xing knows it's sick and is going to die, so it wants to leave. I bring it with me every day, but it just ran away again." As the beggar spoke, he became more and more distressed, sitting on the ground and crying loudly while shouting, "Xiao Xing, don't leave me."

Fang Yi shook his head. Some dogs want to have one last look at their owner before they died, and some were worried that they'd be a burden, so they try to leave. Either way, it was heartbreaking. But this dog, named Xiao Xing, was overthinking. It just had a cold. Its illness wasn't that serious—it wasn't going to die.

"I can help it get better. Let's go to the pet shop," Fang Yi hugged the little beggar and led Xiao Xing into the pet shop.

After Fang Yi took Xiao Xing to the medical room, the little beggar stood nervously in the lobby, glancing around anxiously. Fang Yue came over to greet him and told him to sit on the couch. He refused, and instead, he pulled out a pile of coins from his ragged cloth bag and placed them on the table. He asked nervously, "Sister, is this enough to treat Xiao Xing? If it's not enough, I can pay you back slowly."

"These coins are enough to treat Xiao Xing. Don't worry, its illness isn't serious. It will definitely get better. Come over and sit down. I'll get you a drink." The coins the little beggar took out were mostly one and five-cent coins, totaling only a few dozen yuan, but this was all the money he had.

"I don't want a drink. Just help me treat Xiao Xing, please. Xiao Xing is such a good dog. I don't want Xiao Xing to go." The little beggar wiped his tears, still unwilling to sit.

"I'll help you get him treated. Why are you standing here? Come sit down." Fang Yue gently pushed the little beggar onto the couch, but he immediately stood up as if he'd touched something important. He lowered his head and said to Fang Yue, "Sister, I can't sit. I'm too dirty. I'll dirty the couch."

"You silly child, don't say that. You're not dirty at all. Sit down." Fang Yue forcibly made him sit and went to get some snacks and drinks for him. However, when she came back, she found that the little beggar was gone. She asked someone and found out that he had gone outside. When Fang Yue found him, he was crouching by the medical room door, carefully peeking inside to see what was happening.

"If you're worried about your dog, you can go in and check on it." Fang Yue handed him the drinks and snacks, but the little beggar refused to take them.

"I'm dirty," he insisted, still holding to his excuse.

"Alright, come with me." Hearing the little beggar keep repeating that same line, Fang Yue, a little frustrated, grabbed him by the hand and led him to the room, instructing someone else along the way.

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