Chapter 5

The person who has the most power and can make decisions for the Tibetan Mastiff is the owner of the house.

Song Xingqi walked around the assistant, jumped up and pounced on the iron railing in the direction of Fu Chen. The big cage made a clanging sound, and everyone outside the cage was startled. They all said "Oh~" and instinctively took several steps back. Even Chen Yuan's heart trembled. Only Fu Chen stood there motionless with his arms and legs stretched out.

"If we pounce on someone and bite him, blood will be drawn immediately," the security guard discussed with his colleagues.

"Yes, it scared my heart so much," said my colleague.

When Song Xingqi walked around the assistant, the assistant also turned around. He knew that the Tibetan Mastiff would not get out for a while. Even if it got out of the cage, the iron door was heavy and the Tibetan Mastiff would need to pull it several times. At this moment, the assistant had already stepped forward and put his well-protected arm to Song Xingqi's mouth. Once it bit, Dr. Sun would rush in quickly and insert a syringe into the Tibetan Mastiff's body.

Can't be anesthetized!

This was what Song Zhouqi insisted on. He did not attack the assistant's arm, but continued to shout in the direction of Fu Chen: "I am willing to go to the hospital, I am willing to cooperate, but I don't want anesthesia!"

"Hey, did you hear that?" He didn't even know Fu Chen's name. "I'm not going to hurt anyone, so don't force me!"

"I won't hurt anyone!!"

Seeing that it was roaring at Fu Chen, Chen Yuan made a joke: "Mr. Fu, they say dogs understand human nature. Do you think it roared at you last night because it understood that you wanted to get it out of the cage?"

"Maybe," Fu Chen said indifferently.

Chen Yuan laughed and said, "He cursed quite loudly."

"Heh," Fu Chen curled his lower lip.

"Nonsense, where did I scold you? I didn't scold you!" Song Zhouxing was so anxious, he was really worried to death!

Because Song Xingqi didn't take the bait, the assistant started to get annoyed, but he was too embarrassed to hit him with a stick because the big boss was watching him outside the cage. After thinking it over, he raised his arm and prepared to hit the Tibetan Mastiff on the head. After all, the amount of force he used was up to him, as long as it looked light to others.

Realizing that he was going to be beaten, Song Zhouqi quickly jumped away.

Bang! The assistant slammed his fist on the iron railing, and the big cage made a heavy creaking sound. Even a fool could hear that the force was very strong. If it hit the Tibetan Mastiff's head, it might cause a concussion. Doctor Sun's heart skipped a beat. What's wrong with this assistant?

Fu Chen frowned instantly and shouted, "Come out!"

There was only one person in the cage, so it was obvious who to call out.

The assistant felt guilty at the time, but his temper got worse. However, he didn't dare to confront Fu Chen. He left the cage obediently, but he didn't beg for mercy. "Boss Fu, Tibetan mastiffs are very fierce. Sometimes you don't need to be ruthless to suppress them. Once they think we are weak, they will become more powerful."

"Are you finished?" Fu Chen said coldly.

The assistant bowed his head and shut up.

Fu Chen said: "I'll do it."

As soon as the words came out, everyone was shocked. Chen Yuan quickly stopped him and said, "Boss Fu, don't act on impulse. You may get hurt if you go up rashly."

Doctor Sun also advised: "Yes, let's..."

Without waiting for them to finish their words, Fu Chen walked to the door of the cage. He was not doing it on impulse, nor was he trying to show off his ability. Instead, he felt a trace of pity in the eyes of the Tibetan Mastiff, and he was moved with compassion. It might also be because it was the only living thing left by Old Fu that could jump, so he treated it well.

Chen Yuan, Xiao Zhou and others were very worried.

But Song Xingqi was happy because Fu Chen brought nothing and had empty hands, so he jumped with his front paws, slightly bent his strong hind legs, and with another effort, he suddenly jumped up and rushed towards the iron gate.

"Boss Fu, be careful!" Chen Yuan's pupils widened, and he stretched out his shaking Er Kang's hand, "It wants to bite you——"

With a thud, the sturdy body of the Tibetan Mastiff fell to the ground, shook its tail, fell in front of Fu Chen, and turned over its soft belly.

Chen Yuan: “..........”

Xiao Zhou blinked: "Hmm?"

Security guards: “Huh?”

"Are you going to bite me?" Fu Chen said.

Chen Yuan awkwardly retracted his hand in the air and touched his nose. Doctor Sun said it was amazing. He was the one who did the examination and vaccination on the day when Mr. Fu first took the Tibetan Mastiff home. He knew that Fu Chen was not the owner of the Tibetan Mastiff. Logically, this shouldn't happen...

The big furry tail sweeps from one side to the other, the four paws are raised to the sky, and they hook the air from time to time. This is a sign that the dog feels safe and comfortable, trusts its owner, and is begging for caress from its owner.

Song Xingqi and Fu Chen were still separated by a half-open iron door, and Fu Chen opened the door a little.

Song Xingqi turned over and sat up, crawling towards the door. He didn't yell or cry, and was quite obedient.

Who made him recognize the situation? Only by pleasing this man could he avoid being sent away. As long as this man gave the order, he would not need to be anesthetized and could show his acting skills in front of the man. But if he bit this man, let alone staying, he might even be euthanized.

The door opened a little wider.

For safety reasons, Dr. Sun quickly reminded: "Mr. Fu, you are not wearing protective clothing."

However, Fu Chen had already half-squatted down. Song Xingqi wagged his tail and stuck his head out. Before the man could stretch out his hand to test him, he rubbed his head against Fu Chen's palm.

The best dog is the one that acts like a spoiled child.

Fu Chen raised one eyebrow, feeling curious. He had never fed a Tibetan mastiff before, and had never held it even when it was two months old and playing in the living room. He had never thought that the dog would kiss him. He rubbed Song Xingqi's head with his big paw and turned around to say, "It's OK, put it in the car."

"Boss Fu, to be on the safe side, we have to put a muzzle and a collar on it," Chen Yuan was thinking only of his boss. Even though the Tibetan Mastiff showed unusual affection towards his boss, it's better to be safe than sorry.

Upon hearing this, Song Xingqi quickly grabbed Fu Chen's clothes. He could wear a muzzle, but he wanted the owner of the house to go with him, so that the man would know how "painful" he was, instead of letting a checklist decide.

He pulled the man's clothes and motioned for him to go together.

Fu Chen subconsciously asked: "Do you want me to go with you?"

Yes! Song Zhoujie wagged his tail like crazy.

"Strange," Fu Chen snorted. The Tibetan Mastiff was ferocious to others but only obeyed him, so he was naturally happy. He didn't care whether he understood it correctly or not, and said, "I don't have anything to do today, so I'll just go there."

Now that the boss has spoken, no one dares to object. Doctor Sun is eager to have someone who can tame a Tibetan mastiff accompany him, as this will save him a lot of trouble during the examination.

Taking the equipment from Chen Yuan, Fu Chen personally put a muzzle and collar on Song Zhouxing, then picked up the leash. Song Zhouxing walked beside Fu Chen, lifted up one of his hind legs and limped to continue acting.

Because Song Zhouxin was well-behaved and didn't yell or scream during the procedure, the doctor didn't mention the use of anesthetics again.

When they arrived at the hospital, Dr. Sun first performed a simple palpation on Song Xingqi to make sure there were no external injuries such as skin damage. He then drew blood for tests, took X-rays and performed ultrasound examinations. Judging from all the examination reports, the Tibetan Mastiff was in very good health.

"Mr. Fu, the blood test results and echocardiogram are all good. From this X-ray, there is no bone damage," Doctor Sun said to Fu Chen while picking up the film, and deduced, "Its hind legs can't touch the ground. It may just be cramps, which will be fine after a while, or it may be some muscle strain. You can rest it and see how it goes. Oh, yes, when I pressed it a few times during palpation, it didn't react much, which means that if there is a strain, it should be very minor."

"Look," Dr. Sun said as he put down the stack of papers in his hand and went back to touch Song Zhouqi's "injured" leg.

Just a tap.

“Awoo, woo, woo…” Song Zhouqi raised his neck.

"?" Doctor Sun was stunned for a moment, then pressed it lightly again.

“Awoo, woo, woo, woo… woo, woo, woo…” He cried even more miserably.

“!!!” Not believing it, he pressed again.

“Ouch————————”

The extremely loud cry almost broke through the sky above the hospital, it was heart-wrenching and miserable. Song Xingqi's body trembled in pain, and his raised head fell back onto the examination table where he was lying.

Doctor Sun: “…………”

Is this dog going to die suddenly?

The fallen dog head suddenly bounced up again, and the high-pitched sound slowly stopped and gradually became weaker: "Woo-woo, woo...woo..."

Doctor Sun: My brain is shutting down.

Song Xingqi's screams attracted a lot of people waiting in line to bring their pets to the doctor. They all crowded at the door of the examination room and couldn't help talking about it.

"Hey, Tibetan Mastiff, what's wrong with you that's making you cry so miserably?"

"Is it almost over?"

"That's not right. I just heard the doctor say that it's fine. Could it be that there's something wrong with the machine in this hospital?"

"No way?"

.......

Doctor Sun: I feel like I'm having a stroke and I'm confused...

Glancing coldly at the doctor, Fu Chen stretched out his arm like a forklift to pick up cargo, and directly picked up the sturdy Song Xingqi on the examination table, and said in a deep voice: "Chen Yuan, change to another hospital."

"Ah? Okay!" The confused Chen Yuan came back to his senses and urgently contacted the next company.

The results of the examination were the same when he changed hospitals, but as the saying goes, life is like a play and it all depends on his acting skills. When the examination results came out, Song Xingqi was already dying. He fell limply on the examination table, breathing out more than breathing in, and it seemed very difficult for his round eyes to move occasionally. But he listened to the doctor's words attentively. If the doctor dared to ask him to have euthanasia, he would immediately jump up and act out the act vividly.

This doctor is also very troubled.

The examination showed no problems, how could such a young dog die? ?

Fu Chen was waiting for his reply. The doctor coughed lightly, his brain working at high speed. He combined the information he had asked about the Tibetan Mastiff and added some of his own opinions, saying, "The Tibetan Mastiff is a very loyal dog. You said that its previous owner had passed away, so it is very likely that there is something wrong with its mind, which will be reflected in its body."

"When it left home, it was still very lively," said Fu Chen.

"Sometimes, it only takes a second for thoughts to get tangled up," the doctor applied the example to human psychological problems.

"What kind of treatment is needed?" Fu Chen asked.

"This..." The doctor was in a dilemma, "It's a psychological problem. I need to spend more time with it and interact with it. But it's hard to say. Looking at its appearance..."

Fu Chen understood what he meant: "Are you saying it won't live long?"

The doctor didn't dare to say anything definite. He adhered to the principle that the more he said, the more mistakes he made, the less he said, the fewer mistakes he made, and nothing he said was right. He just sighed and said nothing. Who knows whether the patient will live or not?

Fu Chen frowned, he could see the doctor's tactfulness and thought to himself that he was a quack.

As for the dying Tibetan Mastiff, he had to be taken home. After leaving the hospital, Song Xingqi was taken back to the car and collapsed on the back seat, breathing weakly. Chen Yuan drove the business car and looked at his boss in the rearview mirror: "Mr. Fu, what should we do with it next?"

"Since the test results are fine, then there is no problem. Let's go back and observe." Fu Chen did not only believe in the machine's inspection, but it was highly unlikely that all the machines in the two hospitals would malfunction at the same time.

Chen Yuan: "So should we go back or put him in a cage?"

Song Zhouxing stared at the man seriously.

Fu Chen crossed his arms, glanced at the Tibetan Mastiff beside him, and met Song Xingqi's gaze: "Maybe it's really a mental problem. It won't live for many days. Give it a room. After all, it's Old Fu's dog. Send it off well."

"I see."