C244 Great Marshal Yang greets His Majesty

In the evening, the hospital had lost the clamor of the day, leaving only the chirping of the small animals.

Li Kun looked at the excited little fellows, feeling a bit reluctant to part with them. She patted the back of one of the cats and sighed. "I'm leaving, what should I do with you?" she said to herself.

The kitten glanced at her and clearly didn't feel any sense of danger. It stared at her with its beady eyes, looking incomparably charming.

There were many small animals in the house, such as little turtles, little flowers, snakes, stray cats … One after the other, she brought the animals from her family's terrace to the pet hospital for the people to choose from, hoping to find a better owner for the animals so they wouldn't be displaced again.

The process went more smoothly than she had expected. Despite her meticulous selection, the good animals were being taken away one by one.

This was a good thing.

In the golden age of peace, everyone was well-dressed and well-fed. Only then would they be in the mood to pity animals.

If the chaotic world was too busy for people to care for themselves, who would have other love?

Far away, an old dog leisurely walked over and looked up in surprise at the cage of the Green Vajra Parrot.

It was as if it had seen something strange for the first time. It didn't know if it was an enemy or a friend, but it continued to stare at him with burning eyes.

The parrot seemed to be annoyed by this stranger's stare. It suddenly said, "Kneel, you should kneel …"

The old dog was even more nervous. He raised his head, wanting to bark but not daring to, staring strangely at the talking parrot.

It was a Chinese field dog. One could tell that it was an old dog. It was skinny and had a lot of fur, making it look a bit listless.

However, it was very clean, very different from a stray dog.

It had a master, a fixed resident who ate and drank.

One of the parrot's legs was tied to the cage. It lazily flapped its wings and continued to clamor, "Kneel, kneel down …"

The old dog stared at the parrot, slowly becoming angry. It was probably thinking, "What the hell is this fellow?" Why are you so rampant?

However, the golden parrot didn't know what was best for it, so it continued mimicking its words, "Kneel, kneel …"

The field dog could not take it anymore and shouted loudly. Fang Likun was shocked and immediately raised her head.

On the opposite side, someone laughed out loud. He looked at the Vajra Parrot curiously and said to himself, "This parrot has such a big frame. Hahaha, it's really fun to play with."

Fang Likun also laughed.

The field dog still wanted to bark. He patted its head and said, "Hey, Marshal Yang, don't bother with His Highness, the parrot."

Marshal Yang?

Li Kun was amused by the name of the field dog.

It could be seen that this old field dog must have been quite awe-inspiring when he was young.

Chen Yizhou opened his mouth before her, with a worried look on his face: "Dr Fang, you have to help me look at it, Marshal Yang hasn't been eating and drinking much, his spirit is not in good shape, what kind of sickness do you have?"

"Marshal Yang" stuck out his long tongue, squatted on the ground and stared at the parrot listlessly.

Fang Likun could tell at a glance that this old dog wasn't sick, but was just too old. Just like humans, animals naturally died of old diseases and their bodies aged. No matter how many treatments were given, the old dog wouldn't be able to live much longer.

However, the old dog's eyes were very docile and had a special look of loyalty and loveliness. Unlike other dogs, the hounds maintained a close relationship with their owner, but never seemed to bend their knees. It never needed to be held in the arms of its owner, but its loyalty was higher than that of its pet dog.