Meow Ba

Chapter 362

"Thirty pounds!"

There was a wry smile on the corner of James' mouth—he was a tramp, to put it nicely, a tramp.

Relying on the old guitar on his back to play music on the street and in the park to make a living.

Thirty pounds was a very large sum of money to him.

Hey~
Inflated~
Penniless, I brought an injured fat cat to the vet~
Fumbling up and down the old coat, and groping all the pockets, James finally took out a few crumpled pieces of paper, then carefully smoothed them out with his fingers and handed them to the doctor.

"Doctor, this is all the money I have on me."

"You can't pay in installments, I will definitely pay it back..."

The voice trailed off as the veterinarian's eyes stared at him.

It was obvious at a glance that the guy in front of him was a tramp, but the pet doctor couldn't imagine that this tramp couldn't even afford thirty pounds.

"Meow~"

And just when the two were in a stalemate, a cat's meow came from below.

As soon as the two lowered their heads, they immediately saw that the mellow fat cat who had been sleeping just now had woken up and was looking up at the two of them.

"Meow~"

Thirty pounds? !
Give me your phone, and I'll transfer money to you right away!
Meowing, but no one here could understand what he meant—in the United States, Ron did have a lot of money, but now he is in the United Kingdom, and the procedures for transferring money across borders are not ordinary cumbersome.

And, as a homeless man, James doesn't have a cell phone.

"Not even thirty pounds?"

"I think maybe it's a mistake for you to have a pet."

"I can call right now and ask the Pet Protection Society to take this fat cat away."

He deserves to be paid for his labor. Even on the highest point of morality, no one can blame the veterinarian.

Moreover, in Europe, the status of pets is still very high.

If there is no complete tax record, no stable income, no fixed residence, no certain company time, it is not allowed to keep pets.

"..."

Looking down at Ron who was waiting, James looked confused.

He just met this orange cat today, and he only got close to it out of love for animals. After he found out that the orange cat was sick, he took it to see a veterinarian out of kindness.

But when he lowered his head just now, he unexpectedly saw the same confusion in the orange cat's eyes.

At this moment, James made up his mind—but James didn't know that the confusion in the orange cat's eyes he saw just now was because Ron was a little confused when he suddenly heard about the Pet Protection Association.

Just pay the medical expenses well, why did you suddenly get involved with the Pet Protection Association?

I have never touched this stuff~
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"Doctor, please don't do this."

"I can write an agreement to pay you back the twenty pounds owed within the next week."

"Be sure to treat it."

With pleading, James clasped his hands together and pleaded to the pet doctor in front of him.

Before speaking, he estimated his recent income - he could get about ten to fifteen pounds a day from performing arts, and after deducting the food expenses, there would be about three to five pounds left.

In a week, roughly twenty pounds can be collected.

At this time, James regretted his indulgence this morning—he bought some drugs with the money he had saved for a long time, and enjoyed a short time in heaven with Buzz.

If he had controlled himself, he wouldn't be so embarrassed now.

The pet doctor was still a little hesitant.

Although he is a pet doctor, James' decadent appearance and deep sunken eye sockets make him a drug addict at a glance.

Experience had taught him that addicts were not to be trusted.

"Crack~"

"Moore, I will pay for the treatment of this orange cat."

However, in the silence, there was the sound of high-heeled shoes, and the nurse lady with long blond hair and wearing a white coat walked up to the pet doctor and said.

"Betty..."

"Okay, let's start the treatment."

Someone paid for it, and with James' request, the veterinarian Moore finally agreed to treat Ron. He carried Ron into the trolley with difficulty and sent him to the operating room. James and the nursing lady Betty waited quietly outside the operating room.

"Thank you, Miss Betty."

"I will pay you back the money."

"Here is ten pounds. You take it first."

In the quiet atmosphere, James suddenly murmured, without looking up, he just handed the crumpled ten pounds to Betty.

"No, I feel that you really love this cat."

"Taking good care of it is the most important thing."

Smiling at James, Betty looked up at the red light in the operating room. It seemed that the operation would not be over for a while.

So she went back to the front desk of the pet hospital to help other injured or sick pets and their owners. ,, leaving James alone to wait.

And in the operating room, pet doctor Moore ran into trouble...

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Although I just said that only a splint is needed, but before the splint is put on, at least the misaligned bones need to be brought back.

However, there will be severe pain during bone setting, which will drive pets crazy-so before bone setting, pets are usually given an anesthetic shot.

"Hey, lie down well, it doesn't hurt at all~"

"You'll fall asleep later."

"When you wake up, your injury will heal~"

"Meow~"

Got it, hurry up~
Taking out the anesthetic from the window and preparing the anesthesia needle, Moore carefully approached the round orange cat in front of him, carefully touched Ron's butt, and then quickly inserted the anesthesia needle in his hand.

In fact, Moore didn't need to do this. Ron knew that this was treating himself and would not resist at all.

However, Ron's strong physical fitness has become the key to the problem.

"It's so difficult!"

Moore frowned at the feeling in his hands. He had treated hundreds of pets, but none of them had such a difficult time getting anesthesia injections.

Just like sticking a needle into wood bit by bit, it takes a lot of effort.

"Huh, it's finally in place!"

"Fortunately, the fat cat didn't resist~"

With difficulty inserting the needle into a key position, Moore pushed all the anesthetic inside into Ron's body, and then quietly waited for the anesthetic to work, so that the next step of treatment could proceed.

However, after waiting for a long time, after the time when most pets had already fallen asleep, Moore walked to the front and picked up Ron's broken front paw for treatment, but met a pair of emerald green round eyes.

"Meow~"

Ready to start treatment?
But the anesthesia injection just now didn't seem to work~
(End of this chapter)