"If Shi San could speak, it definitely would have said to Brian, 'I may not be human, but you're a real dog!!!'"
The poor little guy, seeing Boss Brian coming at him with a long, sharp needle, couldn't escape and, frightened, covered its eyes with its paws.
The first needle went in.
Shi San's eyes rolled back.
It went limp, as if drunk, softly moaning and occasionally twitching.
Seeing this,
Brian jumped under the bed, nervously watching Shi San's reactions.
To ensure Shi San wouldn't suffocate,
he thoughtfully took a cotton swab and clear tape, created a makeshift mouth opener, and pulled Shi San's tongue out.
As time passed, Shi San's reactions grew worse, even starting to foam at the mouth.
"Damn, it better not be fake!"
Brian got angry.
He had obtained its merit points at great personal risk!
Selling fake stuff, was there no law anymore?
The key issue was, he knew how to dissect, not how to treat.
