Chapter 48 Chapter 48 How can I transform into a living person in bed...
Fu Xu's fingertips were still stained with the lingering moisture from the bathroom, and they were warm. Just as he was wiping the tip of his ear, something furry gently bumped into the back of his hand.
The white tiger was lying on the edge of the bed, its huge head resting at Fu Xu's feet. Its snow-white fur was dyed a light gold by the light, and even the tips of its claws were soft pink. Seeing Fu Xu looking at him, it slowly raised its front paws, and gently pulled Fu Xu's trouser legs with its paw pads, while its tail gently swept the bed sheets behind it, leaving a few shallow hair marks.
Fu Xu curled the corners of his mouth, squatted down, and ran his fingertips down the white tiger's neck. The fur was softer than he had imagined, like the finest cashmere, and it felt a little warm to the touch. Even the skin hidden under the fur was delicate.
Baihu squinted his eyes comfortably and made a low purring sound in his throat, like a kitten acting coquettishly. However, due to his huge size, he looked even more adorable. He moved forward again, pressing half of his body at Fu Xu's feet, scratching with his claws again, signaling him to get on the bed quickly.
Fu Xu was about to respond when a thin "woooo" sound suddenly came from downstairs, followed by the puppy's rapid barking, with a bit of grievance and panic.
"Oh no." Fu Xu's heart tightened. He stood up straight and walked towards the door. The white tiger's originally squinted eyes opened instantly, and a trace of confusion flashed in the scarlet pupils. The tail stopped swinging. Looking at Fu Xu's hurried back, he hesitated for two seconds, then stood up. His huge body turned around in the room before he followed.
The downstairs living room still bore traces of its earlier mess. He'd cleared the broken pieces of the coffee table, but a few faint claw marks could still be seen on the floor. Fu Xu headed straight for the corner where he'd previously placed the puppy. There sat a makeshift mat, something the weekly housekeeper had been planning to throw away. Fu Xu had seen it looked clean, so he'd kept it. Years of hardship had ingrained a habit; he always felt it was a shame to throw away something so fine.
It can still be used for a long time.
There was a soft old towel inside the mat, but now the mat was overturned on the ground, and the towel was scattered to one side. The dirty puppy was huddled in the corner, with its right hind leg slightly raised, barking softly, its voice full of fear.
"Why did you fall down?" Fu Xu quickly squatted down, moving very gently for fear of scaring it.
Fu Xu stretched out his hand carefully, and as soon as his fingertips touched the puppy's back, the little guy trembled, but did not dodge. Fu Xu slowly picked it up and looked at it carefully in the light of the living room.
The puppy already had a wound on its right hind leg, and the fur next to the wound was wet, as if it had been hit again when it fell off the mat just now. The little guy shrank into his arms in pain.
Fu Xu's heart softened instantly, and he gently touched the puppy's head: "Don't be afraid, I'll take care of it for you." Fu Xu turned around to find the medicine box, not noticing that the white tiger was standing at the stairs behind him, staring at the puppy in his arms with his scarlet eyes, his tail wagging impatiently behind him, and his claws scratching the floor lightly.
The medicine box was left behind earlier and was fully equipped with items. Fu Xu found iodine, cotton swabs and gauze, sat on the sofa, put the puppy on his lap, and carefully lifted its hind legs.
The puppy was very well-behaved. Although it was trembling in pain, it did not struggle. It just looked at Fu Xu with wet eyes.
Fu Xu dipped a cotton swab in iodine and gently applied it around the wound. He blew on it gently and said, "Just bear with it. It will be healed soon."
Baihu walked over slowly and squatted beside the sofa. He put his head next to Fu Xu's legs and sniffed the puppy. Then he snorted in dissatisfaction and swung his tail again, almost sweeping the vase next to him. Fu Xu didn't care and was only busy wrapping gauze around the puppy. He even cut the gauze short to avoid strangling it. "This way it won't touch the wound. I'll give you a bath tomorrow and you'll be clean."
The puppy seemed to understand and rubbed Fu Xu's palm with its little head.
Fu Xu couldn't help but smile at its well-behaved appearance. Just as he was about to put it back into the rearranged cardboard box, he suddenly felt a burning gaze behind him. He turned around and saw the white tiger staring at him, its ears drooping, its tail no longer wagging, and it just gently tugged at his trouser legs with its claws, as if in protest.
"What's wrong?" Fu Xu looked at him puzzledly.
Baihu didn't say anything. He couldn't speak now and could only whimper.
So Baihu just moved closer to Fu Xu, nudging his head into his arms, trying to push the puppy away, but the puppy was too small and huddled in Fu Xu's arms. He almost dropped the little guy instead, and Fu Xu quickly stabilized the puppy and touched Baihu's ears helplessly: "Stop it, it's injured."
Baihu's ears drooped a little more, and there was a hint of grievance in his eyes, but he still retreated obediently. Just when Fu Xu put the puppy back on the mat, covered it with a small blanket, and turned to go upstairs, he suddenly heard a "ripping" sound behind him, followed by Baihu's low whimper.
Fu Xu's heart skipped a beat and he turned around suddenly. He saw the white tiger squatting on the ground with its front paws slightly raised. There was a bit of glaring red on its snow-white fur, and there was a trace of blood on its mouth.
Looking more closely, there was a fairly shallow wound on the white tiger's front leg, near the claw. Blood was slowly seeping out through the gaps in the fur, staining the surrounding hair red.
"You..." Fu Xu rushed over quickly, his voice full of shock and heartache. It was obvious that it had bitten itself!
Fu Xu squatted down and carefully held the white tiger's front leg. When his fingertips touched the wound, the white tiger trembled in pain, but did not retract its claws. Instead, it leaned its head forward and looked at Fu Xu with wet eyes, as if showing its wound, with a bit of flattering meaning.
Fu Xu then realized that Chen Louchen in tiger form was probably jealous because he saw that he was feeling sorry for the puppy, but he didn't know how to express it, so he used such a childish method.
He remembered reading a biology book before and it said that a tiger's IQ was equivalent to that of a four-year-old child. After all, he should know whether it hurts or not. Why is Mr. Shen so childish at this stage? It's like... his brain is completely wrinkled.
Fu Xu was angry and amused, and reached out to gently touch Bai Hu's forehead: "I don't want Mr. Shen to get hurt."
The white tiger seemed to understand. Its ears drooped even more, and a low whimper came from its throat. Its claws gently rubbed Fu Xu's palm, as if admitting its mistake.
Fu Xu said nothing more, picked up the medicine box again, and placed the white tiger's front legs on his legs.
This wound was much deeper than the puppy's, and blood was still oozing out. Fu Xu first dipped a cotton swab in iodine and gently wiped the area around the wound. Baihu was so painful that his whole body was tense, but he still didn't move, only occasionally making a low groan.
"Bear with it, it will be healed soon." Fu Xu said as he quickened his pace. He cut a piece of gauze large enough and carefully wrapped it around Baihu's wound, securing it with tape. But within seconds, blood seeped through the gauze, staining a small area red.
"The wound is too deep. It needs another layer of dressing." Fu Xu frowned and picked up the scissors to cut another piece of gauze. His fingertips were still stained with iodine and were a little slippery. As the scissors touched the gauze, he accidentally cut his fingertips.
Fu Xu sniffed. The window was not closed tightly and a cold wind blew, and he couldn't help sneezing. The tip of the scissors, which he didn't hold firmly, scratched his fingertips. Blood immediately came out and dripped onto the edge of Baihu's wound, spreading a small patch of red.
"Hiss--" Fu Xu cried out softly and quickly put down the scissors, wanting to find a Band-Aid to put on himself. But when he turned around to look at Baihu's wound, he found that the wound that was bleeding just now was bleeding much slower at this moment, and even a small part of the edge seemed to be slowly healing.
"Strange..." Fu Xu frowned, thinking that he had seen it wrong, or that the bleeding had stopped because he pressed too long. Without thinking too much, he found a small Band-Aid and put it on his fingertip. Then he picked up the gauze and carefully bandaged Baihu's wound, tying a beautiful knot. "Okay, stop moving, or the wound will open again."
"Okay, there should be no problem this time." Fu Xu looked at his masterpiece with satisfaction, feeling that he still had some talent to be a doctor.
It is true that long illness makes a good doctor.
Baihu rubbed his palm comfortably and made a purring sound in his throat, as if in agreement.
Fu Xu looked at the puppy in the corner, then looked at the white tiger beside him, and couldn't help laughing.
One is a little guy who needs care, and the other is a childish and clingy big tiger. I have always been treated like a dog in the backyard of the Fu family, but now I suddenly have two cute creatures.
Fu Xu was afraid that something might happen to the puppy again, so he went to circle around the mat, then turned to Bai Hu and said, "Mr. Shen, can we go upstairs to sleep?"
Baihu immediately followed, his steps becoming much lighter, and he would glance at Fu Xu from time to time, as if he was afraid that he would run away.
Back in the room, Fu Xu dimmed the lights. As soon as he sat down on the edge of the bed, Baihu came over, carefully placed half of his body on the bed, leaving more space for Fu Xu, and then put his head on Fu Xu's legs, closed his eyes, and the snoring in his throat became louder and louder.
Fu Xu couldn't help but touch his ears again. The ears were soft and felt very comfortable. Thinking that Mr. Shen at this period had no memory and was not Mr. Shen's original personality, he became a lot bolder: "Mr. Shen, your fur is so smooth and soft." His fingertips slid down along the ears, across the white tiger's neck, and touched his back. The fur seemed to have magic, making people want to keep touching it.
The white tiger seemed to like his touch very much. After a light hum, it moved closer to his arms. Its huge claws gently rested on Fu Xu's waist with very little force, as if it was acting coquettishly.
Fu Xu was amused by his appearance. He lowered his head and gently touched his forehead. The hair on his big head felt more comfortable.
Fu Xu yawned and felt sleepy. He curled up in the quilt and planned to hold the little tiger to sleep. The white tiger also turned over, put one paw on Fu Xu, and licked the other paw with his tongue to wash his face.
Such a warm big cat. Fu Xu nestled in the white tiger's arms. He leaned against the white tiger and felt that the pain in his legs was much less.
Just when Fu Xu was about to fall asleep, Baihu's ears suddenly shook twice, and his originally closed eyes opened instantly. A glimmer of clarity flashed in his scarlet pupils. Then, Baihu's body began to tremble slightly, and his bones made a "cracking" sound, as if they were reorganizing.
Before Fu Xu could react, he saw the white tiger's snow-white fur slowly fade away, revealing the delicate skin underneath. Its massive body also shrank bit by bit, its claws transformed into slender fingers, and its tail gradually disappeared...
In just a few seconds, the white tiger that was originally lying on Fu Xu's legs disappeared, and was replaced by a naked man.
Chen Louchen's hair was still a little damp, now messily plastered to his forehead, partially covering his eyes. His skin was very white, and glowed delicately under the dim light. From this angle, one could clearly see Chen Louchen's perfectly shaped abdominal muscles and...
Fu Xu quickly looked away and looked up. The wound on Chen Louchen's front leg had now turned into a scar on his arm, with gauze wrapped around it in a messy manner. Chen Louchen raised his eyes slightly and looked at Fu Xu. There was still a hint of confusion in his eyes as if he had just regained consciousness, but because of the close contact, there was a bit of burning in his eyes.
Fu Xu's breathing stopped instantly, his pupils dilated slightly, and his cheeks instantly burned as he looked at the naked Chen Louchen in front of him. He subconsciously wanted to look away, but was locked in Chen Louchen's gaze and could not move.
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