There's a chat group for pets in my neighborhood.

Chapter 113 I Don't Want to Go to Jail

"Dean Cui, the plan has failed."

Walking to a secluded corner, Liu Cun dialed Cui Ding's number.

Cui Ding, who was originally preparing to celebrate, froze instantly.

"How could that be? He only went on strike when you were having surgery; how could he have had time to prepare?"

"There's no veterinarian here to help right now. I arranged everything with the nearby veterinary clinic a long time ago; there's absolutely no way this could have happened. Did he already find out about you?!"

Cui Ding's tone was harsh as he questioned Liu Cun in a stern voice.

"No, I've been working myself to the bone these past few days, all to gain their trust."

"The veterinarian who came to help is a bit special. He seems to be Lu Fang's college classmate. He also has a veterinary license, but he doesn't work in this field. I don't know where he got the information and rushed over to save the day."

Liu Cun held his breath. There was no sound from the other end of the phone for a long time, followed by a loud thud of porcelain hitting the ground.

"Alright, I got it. You definitely can't stay at Fangzhou Pet Hospital anymore. You should resign and rest at home for a few days. I'll let you know if I hear anything later," Cui Ding said impatiently.

"Dean Cui, about my matter..." Liu Cun asked cautiously.

"I know, but isn't the situation special right now? Don't worry, I'll keep my promise. Don't be too impatient." After saying a few perfunctory words, Cui Ding hung up the phone.

He started pacing back and forth in the office.

This plan has failed, and the mainland side will certainly not let it go easily.

That despicable guy.

At first, he didn't take Lu Fang, this hot-headed young veterinarian, seriously at all. How could a recent college graduate with a lot of enthusiasm shake the unspoken rules of the market that have been in place for so many years?

wishful thinking.

I never expected that he would grow to such an extent, and even begin to affect the status of Meiji Pet Hospital.

He gritted his teeth; this time he had really suffered a huge loss.

In order to rip off Lu Fang, that expensive show-quality Afghan hound cost a lot of money.

However, that dog was quite old and could no longer breed. Cui Ding bought it to squeeze out its remaining value.

They spent a lot of money hiring older women to cause trouble, but now it's all for nothing, and they can't even recoup their costs.

These days, Meiji Pet Hospital's business has declined compared to before, and it's only keeping itself afloat by its previous savings.

If Fangzhou Pet Hospital isn't eliminated, Meiji Pet Hospital will go bankrupt sooner or later.

We need to find another way.

Cui Ding sat back down in the boss's chair, crossed his arms, squinted slightly, and fell into deep thought.

Meanwhile, inside the Ark Pet Hospital.

The bright light of the operating room lamps went out, and the heavy sensor door of the operating room slowly opened.

Lu Fang and Zhong Yue walked out side by side, took off their masks, and their foreheads were covered with fine beads of sweat.

This surgery, which involved suturing the spleen and internal fixation, took a lot of their time, but Zhong Yue's face was filled with a rare sense of satisfaction.

As his first surgery after returning to the veterinary profession, he rediscovered the meaning and joy of life.

Just like Lu Fang said before, his hands were born to hold a scalpel!

On a bench in the corridor sat the middle-aged woman who had brought the Afghan hound.

The woman was scrolling through short videos with her head down, looking bored, when she heard the door open. She immediately stuffed her phone into her pocket.

She took a deep breath, covered her face with her hands, and threw herself at Lu Fang, wailing, "Oh my darling! Is there no hope for her?! You bunch of quacks, you've killed a dog! My dog ​​is very valuable, I don't care, you have to pay me back!"

She spent the entire night memorizing these lines, just waiting for the doctor to announce her death so she could legitimately lie on the ground and throw a tantrum. Then the reporters she'd been in contact with would rush in to take pictures, and tomorrow this would be the front page headline of the Yanling newspaper.

But before the old lady could pounce on Lu Fang, Zhong Yue firmly blocked her.

"Auntie, stop calling me. Your precious baby is perfectly fine." Zhong Yue looked down at him. He had just had a brief conversation with Lu Fang in the operating room and understood the whole story. It wasn't hard for him to guess that the auntie in front of him was also arranged by Cui Ding.

"Your spleen has been saved, and your leg has been reattached. You'll wake up soon, and then you'll be able to go in and see your precious child. Of course, the surgery wasn't cheap, so you can pay the remaining fees now."

The howling stopped abruptly.

The woman's hands, which were covering her face, froze in mid-air, and her eyes, peeking out from between her fingers, were filled with astonishment and panic.

"Alive...alive?" the middle-aged woman stammered, this script was completely different from what Boss Cui had told her!

Didn't they say that the doctor named Liu Cun wouldn't intervene and that the dog was doomed?

I only received the actor's fee, not the surgery fee.

What a joke! She knew the dog was going to die, but she still had the audacity to say that she wouldn't care how much money it cost as long as it survived. But now the problem is, it survived.

You're going to have to pay for the surgery yourself?!

"What's wrong? Judging from your reaction, you don't seem too happy that our surgery was successful?"

Lu Fang walked up to the old woman and scrutinized her every move. Already feeling guilty, she dared not make any rash moves.

"When we were preparing for the surgery, I looked at your registration information. You said you raised this dog from a puppy, right? Then let me ask you, what brand of dog food does this purebred show-quality Afghan Hound usually eat? What level of conditioner does it need for its coat? And where did you buy it?"

With each question Lu Fang posed, the older woman's face grew paler, and cold sweat streamed down her forehead.

She doesn't even keep pets herself. She just took three thousand yuan to act in the play, how would she know any of this?

"I—I'm old, these were all bought by my son, I can't remember—" The woman's eyes darted around as she backed away, trying to explain guiltily.

"Can't remember?" Lu Fang suddenly took a few steps closer. "This dog wasn't cheap. Now I not only suspect it's not yours, I also suspect you stole it!"

"Unless you can prove right now that this dog is yours, do you have any photos, or purchase records for the dog food? If not, I'll have to call the police and have you arrested. With this amount of money involved, it's enough to get you several years in prison. Don't you realize that?"

Upon hearing that the police were to be called, the woman immediately became agitated.

I was just here to act; I didn't say I'd go to jail!

"It's none of my business! This dog was given to me by a boss, and he's the one who sent me to cause trouble! I don't know anything about it!"

I don't know anything!

The woman was so frightened that she stammered and ran out, not even glancing at the Afghan hound still lying in the operating room, before disappearing at the end of the street.

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