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Chapter 290: Dork

Translator: Nyoi-Bo StudioEditor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

X-ray machines for pets were expensive, and there were no state subsidies for purchasing such machines. People must pay by themselves, and should bear the cost of subsequent maintenance. The service life of such X-ray machines depended on their frequency of usage, and usually lasted for only about five years, so it was impossible for general pet clinics to afford them, and clients could only bring their pets to take X-ray images at large hospitals for pets.

”If your dog has a fracture, then it needs to have internal fixation and external fixation; while if it is a fissure fracture, your dog only needs to have external fixation. I think what it has is a fissure fracture, but I can’t make such an assertion without seeing an X-ray image. If you are still worried, I suggest you take it to a hospital for treatment.”

After telling every situation to this middle-aged man before her, Sun Xiaomeng waited for his decision.

”But...” Jin Er pouted, now in a bad mood, ”But it simply cannot move, it struggled fiercely when I held it, and it took me a great effort to bring it here...Can you give the treatment of fissure fracture to it? I’ll bring it to a pet hospital later.”

”OK.” Sun Xiaomeng agreed.

She asked Long Xian to bring over the bone-setting liquid, and together they helped put a splint on the Husky’s leg.

Jin Er was squatting aside in distress. The feeling was worse than if he himself had a fissure fracture.

”Naughty boy, you just like teasing other dogs, now aren’t you suffering the consequences? Won’t you listen to me and behave well from now on?” he pointed to the Husky and scolded it.

Sun Xiaomeng was busy putting on the splint, and she asked casually, ”How was this dog injured? Fortunately, the location of the injury is not in its femoral head, otherwise the situation would be trickier.”

Jin Er signed, ”I took Good-for-Nothing to meet with my friends...”

”Good-for-Nothing?” Long Xian chimed in curiously.

Jin Er poked the Husky’s forehead with his finger, ”It’s this foodie, who is always lazy during training, and becomes high-spirited only when there is food. Isn’t it just a Good-for-Nothing?”

With its front leg fixed by the splint, Good-for-Nothing probably had less pain. It tried to stand up, sticking out its tongue to lick the finger of Jin Er. Jin Er stopped it, ”Don’t move! Just stay still!”

Jin Er brought Good-for-Nothing to attend a party to show off his training results to his friends. He then continued, ”I wasn’t the only one that brought a dog, though; other friends also brought their own. One person brought a Tibetan Mastiff that looked very fierce, and I told Good-for-Nothing several times not to provoke it, but it…”

Jin Er was still angry with it, and poked its head with his index finger a few times. Good-for-Nothing didn’t know its owner was angry; it thought he was just playing with it.

”The more I told it not to provoke the Tibetan Mastiff, the more it wanted to try. Was it looking for trouble or not? At first, it just moved about the Tibetan Mastiff at a distance, and barked at it occasionally. The Tibetan Mastiff was trained quite well and was obedient; it just sat still and didn’t move. But Good-for-Nothing just couldn’t be content, and it even upscaled its mischief! When I didn’t notice, it ran over to the Tibetan Mastiff and kicked it! Now the Tibetan Mastiff got really furious!”

Jin Er pointed to Good-for-Nothing’s nose and kept scolding it, while Good-for-Nothing just grinned cheekily.

”Poof!” Long Xian could picture the scenario: the Husky's action was an invitation to get beaten up.

”That Tibetan Mastiff jumped up and rushed over it, and the owner of the Tibetan Mastiff couldn’t stop it at all. Good-for-Nothing was clever, it turned away and ran for its life. That Tibetan Mastiff's weight was at least twice of its, and if the Tibetan Mastiff really caught up with it and bit it hard, Good-for-Nothing would have been dead. Though my Good-for-Nothing might not be good at other stuffs, at least it’s an ace in snatching and escaping. It ran so fast that the Tibetan Mastiff couldn’t keep up, so it looked back and made a grimace face, and that’s when the tragedy happened—in front of it were some stairs, and it missed its footing and fell down the stairs…”

Good-for-Nothing whimpered, as if saying it would pay attention next time.