Adorable Pet Daily Life Ch. 102

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"Woo woo woo..." Ethan whimpered, looking a little wronged. Shen Luo quickly grabbed his paw—and saw that the black pad had been sliced open and was still bleeding.

Shen Luo's heart ached. He immediately thought back to the moment Ethan had stumbled—he must've gotten hurt then. And yet he had powered through the whole race, even taking first place. Who knew how much it had hurt?

"Doctor! Doctor! Someone help me, quick!" Shen Luo shouted.

A vet rushed over right away. Shen Luo held out Ethan's paw. "His paw pad got cut—please take care of it for me."

Shen Luo really wanted to scold Ethan for being so dumb—for not giving up even after getting hurt. But no matter how smart Ethan was, he was still a dog. Shen Luo had told him earlier to run the whole race properly, and so that's exactly what he did. He hadn't thought to stop at all.

Thankfully, the injury wasn't too serious. After rinsing it with water, disinfecting it with alcohol, and applying some ointment, it was already looking better.

Just as the vet was about to give some aftercare instructions, Shen Luo cut in, "Thank you. I know how to take care of it. No water, keep him off his feet, right? I'll carry him as much as I can."

The vet replied, "As long as you know, then I won't say more."

After thanking the vet, Shen Luo gently patted Ethan's head. Ethan stuck out his tongue and licked his face. That's when Shen Luo realized he'd actually cried in his panic—no wonder the vet had looked so overwhelmed earlier.

Wiping his eyes, Shen Luo said, "Let's go rest for now. We'll head home after we get your prize."

Ethan curled up quietly in Shen Luo's arms. Even though he was dozens of kilos, Shen Luo carried him all the way back to the rest area.

The real show began next—the professional dog races. After Shen Luo gave staff a heads-up, they cleared the track, and the event started right as he sat down.

Sure enough, there were Greyhounds in the pro division. They looked a little odd to the average person, but to dog experts, it was obvious—they were born to run.

Even during the prep phase before the race, you could see the difference between amateur and pro. The way the handlers got their dogs ready was something Shen Luo could only half understand. But once they got into position, the dogs visibly tensed, like coiled springs. When the starting gun fired, they exploded forward—no hesitation, no wrong turns, no silly mistakes like in the amateur rounds.

Shen Luo held Ethan in his arms, but his eyes stayed glued to the track. The dogs raced like arrows, neck-and-neck the entire way. It looked just like a world-class sprint event—every dog running with almost identical speed.

The crowd quickly got swept up in the excitement. People were shouting and cheering, totally into it.

Pro dogs were faster, so the race ended quicker—but there were more heats coming.

They'd invited over twenty dogs for these showcase races, split into three groups. Final rankings would be based on race times.

By the end, Shen Luo had a very clear picture of the gap between amateurs and pros—it was like a school sports meet versus the Olympics. The pro dog races were on a whole other level, thrilling to watch.

But still, Ethan's fighting spirit was absolutely something to be proud of. Thinking that, Shen Luo looked down and kissed him on the head.

After the championship dog competition ended, it was time for the awards ceremony. Shen Luo carried Ethan up on stage. This time, instead of a tiny crown, the prize for the dog was a medal, which got hung around Ethan's neck. They also gave out a certificate and a trophy.

Inside the exhibition area, Shen Luo explained the situation to the staff and showed them Ethan's injury. The organizers quickly agreed to let Ethan leave early.

Shen Luo carried Ethan out of the arena. Xiao Chuan and his secretary were already waiting at the exit. As soon as he saw Shen Luo come out, Xiao Chuan rushed over and asked, "What happened?"

At the competition venue, each dog could only be accompanied by one handler inside. Everyone else had to stay outside the barrier, so Xiao Chuan had been watching from there the whole time.

Shen Luo lifted Ethan's front paw and said, "He got hurt while running."

"No wonder I saw you calling the vet. It's not serious, right?" Xiao Chuan asked.

Shen Luo shook his head. "It shouldn't be. I want to take him back now and have Dr. Wang take a look."

Xiao Chuan nodded. "Okay, I'll have the driver come over."

"No need," Shen Luo said. "I'll take him back myself."

Xiao Chuan grabbed his arm and said, "I get that you're not in the mood right now, but when it's time to pack up, what about Wang Wei and Zheng Jiamei? We can't just leave everything behind, can we?"

Shen Luo didn't have the energy to argue. "Then handle it however you want."

The secretary couldn't help thinking, 'This guy owns a pet clinic and he's really something. He's even throwing attitude at our manager. Might be the first one who's ever dared to do that.'

The secretary quickly made a call. The car would take a little while to get there.

Seeing Shen Luo looking kind of exhausted, Xiao Chuan said, "Let me carry Ethan. You've been holding him for a long time."

Shen Luo thought about it, then handed Ethan over. Xiao Chuan quickly took off his suit jacket and tossed it to the secretary before taking Ethan into his arms.

The secretary caught the jacket mid-air and couldn't help feeling weird about it. Everyone knew the general manager was a clean freak, and he'd never shown the slightest interest in fluffy pets before. Now he was voluntarily holding a dog? What exactly happened over the past few months? And wasn't he being a little too thoughtful toward this little clinic owner?

While the secretary was busy overthinking, the driver finally arrived. Shen Luo said a quick word to Wang Wei and Zheng Jiamei, then got in the car and left first.

Zheng Jiamei didn't poke Wang Wei until Xiao Chuan's car turned the corner and disappeared. "Xiao Chuan's changed a lot, huh?"

"Yeah, he has. Guess he's finally found his person."

"You're so slow to react! You're a guy too—didn't you notice the car?"

"What car?" Wang Wei still looked kind of spaced out.

Zheng Jiamei felt like she was about to explode. How can a guy be less car-savvy than me?

"That was a limited edition Bentley! One of those models people keep tucked away in a garage like treasure, and he's out here driving it around like it's nothing! Just thinking about the tire wear, the engine wear—ugh, it's such a waste."

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