Zhang Zian stood quietly on the side, watching the confrontation between the father and son with a smile. Although Qian Bowen's previous dog training was a failure, he still had a chance to correct his son's bad habits. He couldn't let his son lead him by the nose and satisfy his demands.
Raising a dog was like raising a son. Conversely, raising a son was also like raising a dog.
This family was not suitable for raising a Beagle. As the netizens said, raising a Beagle by force would only harm others and themselves.
Of course, even if Small Money really wanted to buy a dog with his New Year's money, Zhang Zian would not sell it to him, because he was still underage and a person with limited capacity to act. Selling a pet was not as simple as handing over the money at the same time. He also needed to sign a pet sale agreement and other procedures. Even if a person with limited capacity to act signed an agreement, it would be invalid. Zhang Zian would not do such a stupid thing.
The same was true for Snowy. Not only did she not ask for tips, but she often reminded the underage audience not to use their parents' money to tip her in live broadcasts, Weibo, and WeChat, which made the audience feel even better about her.
Small Money struggled for a long time. On the scale in his heart, there was the Switch on one end and the Beagle on the other. Which one would bring him more happiness?
Slowly, the balance tilted in the direction of the Switch. Obviously, the Switch was more important in his heart.
"Then … then … then I won't buy it now … Anyway, it's almost Chinese New Year. I'll come back and buy it when I get my New Year's money! Even if you don't buy it for me, I'll buy it myself! "Small Money said angrily.
"Okay, whatever you want. If you want to come back, I'll accompany you. "Qian Bowen laughed.
He saw that it was almost time. He still had to work the night shift tonight, so he had to eat early at noon and go to bed after lunch. Now, he had to go back to buy groceries and cook, so he said goodbye to Zhang Zian. "Store Manager Zhang, thank you so much for today. I didn't know that there is so much knowledge in raising a dog. It's also the first time I've met a shop owner with a conscience like you, actually advising customers not to buy pets … But don't worry, I will buy another dog sooner or later, either when the child grows up or when I change to a less worrisome dog. When I'm ready to raise a dog, I will definitely buy one from you."
Zhang Zian was also very distressed, but he felt that if the family bought the Beagle, they would either come back in a few days and ask for a refund, or a new hot topic would appear on Weibo after a while — the unscrupulous owner sold the dog to the customer, causing the customer to have a major operation accident on the assembly line … Instead of that, it was better not to sell it at all.
"Kid, let's go home," Qian Bowen said to his son.
Small Money reluctantly looked at the Beagle a few more times, and then left with his father. Before he left, he said to Zhang Zian, "Store Manager, remember to leave this dog for me. When I get the New Year's money, I will come back to buy it."
"Let's talk about it when you come back," Zhang Zian casually said.
After the noisy father and son left, the shop finally quieted down a little.
Zhang Zian had talked too much and failed to close the deal. He picked up the tea that he had brewed in advance and gulped it down to moisten his throat and get rid of his anger.
Vivi felt that this trip to the pet shop was not in vain. It seemed that she had learned a lot, although it was a pity that she was not surrounded by a group of cats … She looked around the shop, and her eyes fell on Masanori Suzuhara. She felt that there seemed to be something wrong with this Japanese girl, so she quietly poked Snowy.
Snowy was interacting with netizens, and after Vivi's reminder, she noticed that Masanori Suzuhara, who was next to the display cabinet, was secretly crying at the Beagle.
"Hello, Miss Suzuhara. Are you not feeling well?" Snowy walked over and asked her with concern.
"Ah, no, I am not feeling well. I just … remembered something in the past." Masanori Suzuhara hurriedly wiped her tears and forced a smile.
"It's cold. Dry your tears, or it will hurt your skin." Snowy thoughtfully handed her a tissue. She thanked Snowy and took the tissue to wipe her tears.
"Mr. Store Manager, can I buy this Beagle?" Masanori Suzuhara asked Zhang Zian.
Zhang Zian was stunned. Is today Beagle Day or something? Why does everyone want to raise a Beagle?
"Of course you can … but did you hear what we just said? Beagles look very cute, but this kind of dog is not easy to raise. If you want to buy it because it is cute, then I advise you … "he said euphemistically.
Masanori Suzuhara clarified, "No, it's not like that! I like Snoopy very much, and I like Beagles. They are very poor … "
"Then do you know the characteristics of this kind of dog?" Zhang Zian wanted to test her to see if she really knew about Beagles.
"I know. Snoopy likes to bark, likes to play, and is very affectionate. I have been with them for more than two years …" As she spoke, her expression became more and more gloomy.
Masanori Suzuhara was a medical student. Because of her hard work and excellent grades, she was selected by the professor to be an assistant in the laboratory very early on. That was where she first came in contact with Beagles. Although she was an assistant in name, she was the least experienced one, so she was basically responsible for miscellaneous tasks. Her main task was to take care of the Beagles in the laboratory.
There was a one-year-old Beagle in the laboratory, and it was very similar to the Beagle in Zhang Zian's shop. The professors and seniors all called it Snoopy, so she also called it Snoopy.
Just like Masanori Suzuhara, Snoop was also a newcomer to the laboratory. Its lively and cheerful personality immediately won her favor.
Every morning, she was always the first to come to the laboratory. She would prepare the experimental equipment for the professors and seniors, and then she would run with Snoopy. There were two treadmills in the laboratory, one for humans, and the other for dogs. She would run on the treadmill with Snoopy, and record its breathing, heartbeat, body temperature, and other data before and after running. Occasionally, she would draw its blood, and test its feces and urine … She naively thought that this was the end of the experiment.
The seniors saw that she was too close to Snoopy, and they had reminded her more than once, suggesting that if she liked dogs, she might as well raise one. However, she didn't take it seriously, and continued to play with Snoopy every day.
Suddenly, one day, when she came to the laboratory in the morning, she couldn't find Snoopy. She was so anxious that she hurriedly informed the security staff of the laboratory to help her find Snoopy. Just then, she vaguely heard a familiar cry from the direction of the depths of the laboratory. It was extremely penetrating. It was Snoopy's cry.
Masanori Suzuhara followed the sound, and found that Snoopy was locked in a sealed experimental equipment. It was curled up in the equipment, and there was white foam at the corner of its mouth. Hearing her footsteps, it raised its head and looked at her through the transparent glass, as if asking for help. Then it staggered over, its nose pressed against the glass, and it whimpered at her, its eyes full of pain.
What's going on?
She was shocked.
Why is Snoopy here?
The seniors who appeared later regretfully told her that this was Snoopy's fate. The beagles raised in the laboratory were used for experiments, similar to white mice.
Until then, she really understood the beagles.
Beagles were the healthiest of all dogs, and they had the fewest genetic diseases. At the same time, they were moderately sized, docile, and easy to control. Most importantly, beagles were very friendly. No matter people beat them or tortured them with painful experiments, they wouldn't hold a grudge, let alone hate humans. Humans had tortured them thousands of times, and they treated humans like their first love.
In addition, purebred beagles were not expensive, and their genes were stable. They were especially suitable for the research of pharmacology, toxicology, circulation physiology, and surgery, so it was easy for different laboratories to compare the data. Beagles accounted for 98% of all the experimental dogs in the world. Every year, thousands of beagles sacrificed their lives for the progress of human medicine.
Beagles used their own lives in exchange for a longer lifespan for humans. If that was the case, it would not be a big deal. Although many countries banned it, some cosmetics companies and daily necessities companies still secretly used Beagles to test for toxicity. This was not something that they should bear.
For a whole day, Masanori Suzuhara wept, watching Snoopy being injected with a certain dose of poison in the experimental equipment, observing and recording its reaction to the poison, then injecting the antidote, observing and recording the process of its gradual improvement, and finally drawing blood and urine every hour to analyze the residue of toxins in its body to get valuable data such as the metabolism rate of toxins … She couldn't bear to watch anymore, but the seniors needed her to stay here, because her presence could make Snoopy feel at ease and calm.
This was for the progress of human medicine, and this was to save more people's lives — she told herself repeatedly.
Rationally, there was no essential difference between experimenting with mice and beagles, but emotionally, she found it hard to accept.
When the long experiment was finally over, the seniors, led by the professors, couldn't wait to enter the process of analyzing the data, looking forward to the birth and publication of a new high-quality paper. Snoopy dragged its tired body out of the experimental equipment, still smiling at her, as if nothing had happened, and ran towards her cheerfully. It fell down halfway and struggled to get up again. She could even clearly see the muscle spasms in its legs.
"I'm sorry, Snoopy, I'm sorry!" She held it in her arms and apologized over and over again.
Snoopy stuck out its warm tongue and licked the tears off her face. It forgot all the unhappiness, and was simply happy to be held in the arms of its owner.
The days returned to the past.
She was still the first to come to the laboratory every morning, feeding Snoopy, running with it, and truthfully recording data such as breathing, heartbeat, and body temperature. Occasionally, she would draw blood, and test feces and urine, but she was more careful and gentle than before. It was similar to the hierarchical Japanese society, and the same was true in the laboratory. As the youngest junior, she didn't know when the next experiment would be, and no one would tell her. She could only seize all the time to make Snoopy more happy.
The second experiment came faster than he had expected.
Almost soon after Snoopy recovered, it was forced to accept another experiment. This time, it was to test a new drug in the process of development. This new drug had a broad market prospect, but it was still very immature. It had a strong stimulation to the stomach and might cause vomiting.
This time, Snoopy had to swallow a certain dose of pills, and then analyze the changes in the concentration of the pills in the blood through blood and urine tests, as well as the speed of metabolism and excretion.
However, according to the data, the pills were likely to cause vomiting. If the pills were spat out, the experiment would fail. Therefore, Masanori Suzuhara, who had been in charge of chores, had to participate in the experiment this time. The professor arranged for her to hold Snoopy in her arms and hold its mouth tightly so that it wouldn't spit out the pills it had just eaten until the pills melted in its stomach.
What a cruel task it was!
Hearing the professor's words, Masanori Suzuhara suddenly felt as if ice water had been poured on her head.
But there was no other way. Whether she participated or not, the experiment had to go on as usual. The only difference was that she would be the one to hold Snoopy's mouth, or another senior.
So, she decided that if she did it, at least she would be gentle.
She could totally push this matter to someone else. For example, she could take a day off, leave the laboratory, and come back after the experiment was over. Not only could she escape the mental torture, but she could also appear in front of Snoopy as a savior, gently hold it in her arms to comfort it, and make it feel that everyone else was bad, only she was good.
But she didn't do this. She hoped that Snoopy could see her for who she was, even if it hated her.
The experiment began.
Following the professor's instructions, she put the powder into a capsule, mixed it with Snoopy's favorite snack, and let it eat it.
Snoopy ate it happily, without the slightest suspicion.
After it finished eating, Masanori Suzuhara sat on a chair and patted her thigh.
It was a sunny day, making people sleepy.
Snoopy jumped onto her lap and lay comfortably in the sun. It opened its mouth and yawned, and its eyes were full of sleepiness.
She gently patted its back, silently estimating the speed at which the capsule melted. When the time was almost right, she held its mouth from both sides with both hands.
Snoopy thought she was going to play some new game with it. It opened its eyes wide in excitement and tried to sit up, but she lowered her upper body and clamped its body with her legs to prevent it from moving.
"Woo ~"
It suddenly let out a sad cry, its body wriggling violently, and its throat moving up and down. She could even feel the heat between its stomach and throat.
“Snoopy！ Cheer up! Snoopy！ Just a minute! Just a minute! "
She held it tightly and pressed its mouth to prevent it from vomiting, but she didn't dare to look into its eyes. She closed her eyes and murmured the same words over and over again.
Snoopy struggled more and more fiercely. She never knew that its small body contained so much power, so she had to use all her strength to clamp it down.
She didn't dare to slack off. Once she let it go, the experiment would fail, which meant that Snoopy would have to experience the same nightmare again.
After a long time, maybe a few minutes, maybe an hour, Snoopy's struggle gradually weakened, and its breathing became less rapid.
The powder had been completely absorbed by its stomach, and the vomiting reaction had disappeared.
She also relaxed her strength, and then realized that she was sweating profusely.
Her thighs were cold, and a strange smell rushed to her nose.
She looked down and found that Snoopy had urinated on her lab coat during the struggle.
Snoopy looked at her guiltily, as if it had done something wrong.
The seniors encouraged her and let her go home to rest. Then they took Snoopy from her hands and took it to have a blood test and urine test.
She sat motionlessly in her original position, her mind completely blank.
Snoopy didn't appear in front of her again that day.
The next morning, she was the first to come to the lab, even though she couldn't sleep all night. She was ready to face Snoopy's hateful eyes.
Snoopy, lying in its nest, cried excitedly when it saw her. It wagged its tail and rushed to her feet, wanting to play with her. Just like every other morning, it acted as if nothing had happened.
"Hate me! Bite me! Snoopy！ I did such a cruel thing to you. Why don't you hate me and bite me? " Masanori Suzuhara shouted at it. Even when she put her wrist near its mouth, it didn't bite her. Instead, it stuck out its tongue to lick her wrist.
She felt weak all over, and fell to the cold floor of the lab with a look of remorse.
Snoopy put its front paws on her leg and twisted its body anxiously, wanting to know why she was so sad.
"I'm sorry! Snoopy！ I'm sorry! "
She apologized over and over again, even though she knew it wouldn't help.
Snoopy didn't want to listen to her apology. It just wanted to play with her as soon as possible.
Masanori Suzuhara didn't want to go abroad. She planned to study at her school as a graduate student. She had calculated that Snoopy would be almost seven years old when she graduated, and a seven-year-old Beagle could retire from the lab — theoretically.
However, few Beagles could survive the experiments day after day until they reached the age of retirement, and Snoopy was no exception.
It was another experiment.
She was used to Snoopy recovering from the experiments. To reward it, she bought its favorite snack the next morning, but when she came to the lab, she found that its nest was empty.
The seniors told her that Snoopy didn't survive the experiment, and its body had been sent to the back mountain of the school for burial. There was a memorial for the animals that died in the experiment there.
Masanori Suzuhara forgot how she reacted at that time. When she came to herself, she was standing in front of the memorial, sobbing, surrounded by green bamboos and green grass.
The work in the lab couldn't be interrupted, so a new Beagle was sent to the lab. Everyone still called it Snoopy.
She didn't know until then that there would always be a Snoopy in the lab.
Soon, the semester was over. When the new semester started, a lovely junior joined the lab, and Masanori Suzuhara was promoted to a reliable senior. The task of doing chores and taking care of Snoopy fell on the junior.
Masanori Suzuhara applied to be an exchange student at Binhai University. She needed a semester to adjust her mood.
Before going abroad, as a reliable senior, she gave advice to the lovely junior, "If you want to keep a dog, you might as well keep one."
The junior didn't take her words to heart and continued to play happily with Snoopy.
She looked at the junior with a smile and didn't say anything else. She called a taxi, drove to the airport, and boarded a flight to China...
After Masanori Suzuhara finished her story, the pet shop was silent, and only the sobbing of Snowy and Vivi could be heard.
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