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"When the sarcastic remark from Bai Huang came out, the busy veterinarian couldn't help but turn around.

Upon looking closely, it was a young stranger he didn't recognize, and instinctively, he was about to reprimand.

However, just as the words were about to spill out, he noticed Yu Debao following behind. Uncertain about Bai Huang's background, he forcefully swallowed his words, though his expression definitely soured.

"How is it? Is there still hope?" The lean boss was too concerned about his dying dog's condition to bother confronting the veterinarian, anxiously watching Bai Huang, afraid to miss even a flicker of emotion on the latter's face.

Bai Huang pursed his lips but remained silent, already quite confident within himself.

The fame of the Sichuan hunting dog, compared to Tibetan mastiffs or other breeds like overseas fighting dogs such as the Pit Bull, Tosa, or hunting dogs like the Golden Retriever, or Foxhound, was not that significant among the people. But in the city of Xijiang, situated near the Sichuan-Hubei gateway, it was the favorite plaything of the wealthy. Moreover, in terms of its inherent quality, this particular dog looked like a top-tier specimen among mountain dogs.

The foundation of the dog's potential, combined with the power of Druids, made Bai Huang feel certain that this dog could be saved.

The dog's reputation was underwhelming compared to other breeds, but Bai Huang believed that if he couldn't save it, there would be no point in dreaming about being a Druid hero in some new century; he might as well go home and get some sleep.

"Well, not speaking the truth is unbearable for me, and speaking the truth might be unbearable for you…" Bai Huang sighed regretfully.

Yu Debao stumbled, almost falling, but after steadying himself, this unconventional boss grabbed Bai Huang by the collar, "You said it could be saved, didn't you? I..."

"It can be saved, but it might lose its vigor. It's such a good dog; it's a shame not to breed it." Bai Huang was puzzled, wondering why this man was in such a rush when he hadn't finished speaking.

"I…" Yu Debao was momentarily speechless but considering that this person could save his beloved dog, he quickly released his grip, awkwardly adjusting Bai Huang's collar. "Little brother, don't play around... Elder brother, use whatever skills you have and help cure my dog!"

"No problem." Bai Huang patted the veterinarian's shoulder amiably. "Big brother, please make some space. You look tired and sweaty; take a rest."

The doctor wore a mask, covering most of his face, but his eyes clearly conveyed a sense of 'displeasure.'

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Beside him stood an assistant who had been silent until now but couldn't help questioning Bai Huang politely, "Um, excuse me, have you washed and disinfected your hands? Gloves and masks..."

Bai Huang nodded, praising them smoothly, "Yes, you guys are more professional!" Then, with one hand lifting the hind leg of the mountain dog and the other gripping the wound's flesh, he turned it over like an eagle grabbing a chick.

Yu Debao's eyes rolled back, and he fainted.

And those two pet doctors, witnessing Bai Huang's brutal method, were almost excited to the point of urinary incontinence. Even the renowned Yu boss was knocked out by him; this person had extraordinary courage!

Glancing at each other, three seconds later, they both wisely chose to flee—while Yu Debao was still unconscious.

If they waited for the boss to wake up, he would surely turn this strange kid into mincemeat and then grind it up to feed the fish in the Yangtze River. If it implicated them, it would be too much of a loss! These two individuals, well aware of Boss Yu's power, were even contemplating resigning.

Not getting paid was not a big deal; their lives were more important!

But in Bai Huang's opinion, things like disinfection and sterilization were a waste of time for a Druid. With the power of nature within, Bai Huang hadn't reached the level of manipulating viruses or bacteria, but preventing infection in a wound was effortless.

This was an inherent characteristic of the power of nature, without the need for any deliberate actions.

As he gently treated the dog's injury, now that there was no one else around, he could focus on healing, controlling his thoughts to explore the wound.

Strange as the wound was, Bai Huang didn't struggle much with the specific treatment. Using the natural power within, he easily flushed the wound, allowing himself a moment of distraction.

No wonder Druids in games have healing abilities. This is how it is in reality! But one never thinks about it; life doesn't have a Druid-like character.

As for the natural power Bai Huang used, it felt like a certain form of invisible energy to him. It wasn't as tangible as heat or electricity, conveying specific sensations like warmth or tingling. However, along the paths this energy traversed, he could clearly sense the joyful excitement in every cell.

Hmm? A certain broad-minded youth suddenly thought of a question. If one controlled the energy, moving it back and forth along the flesh, wouldn't that be the legendary mental self-gratification?

He was instantly shocked!

Ahem... the essence of the Druid's power lies in its application... rooted in the mind...

The natural power contained all the energy needed for life, undoubtedly. But the strangest thing was, its accumulation didn't require eating or photosynthesis. Bai Huang's face twitched slightly. It wasn't necessary. He could sense the energy accumulating when he fed the stray cats and dogs downstairs recently.

Hmm, thinking like this, if he saved this dog, wouldn't he receive feedback from the power of nature?

This is not scientific. Doesn't energy conservation need to be followed? That's just too brutal! The Druid couldn't help but sincerely admire.

As Bai Huang focused on treating the large dog, Yu Debao, who had passed out for quite some time, finally began to regain consciousness. But from the looks of it, his awareness was still fuzzy.

After a dazed ten seconds, he finally snapped out of it, red-eyed, staring at the operating table, determined to make sure his damned dog looked good.

然而，当他的目光落在手术台上，准备看看他那只可怜的狗发生了什么事时......

嗯。。。他傻眼了。

注射了麻醉剂，应该睡了三个小时，这只猎犬现在已经完全清醒了，它那双三角形的小眼睛四处乱窜，看起来很活泼！

如果说对四川猎犬的标准描述包括厚厚的上眼睑附着痣、突出的眼窝、阴险的目光，那么于德宝觉得这些描述完全不足以描述这只狗现在的样子！就连他这个主人，也感到有些疏远。

猎犬'火瑶'翻白眼的样子很邪恶！

如果这只狗曾经是一个无情无畏的暴徒，那么它现在是一个冷酷、邪恶的暴徒。

于德宝觉得自己的智商不足以应付这种情况。狗在哪里受伤？有多严重？他很清楚，只要狗能得救，那将是一个奇迹。

他从没想过它会在三到五天内恢复。

但现在......

注意到他的