Chapter 3: A Close Call Without Harm

Fu Zhihong’s words silenced everyone at once. Though they all wanted to intervene, none could find the words. Bayi was a decorated dog of the highest merit, the treasure of the entire company, and Fu Zhihong treated her as if she were his own daughter.

“Perhaps I can try,” came a voice—not loud, but magnetic—carrying clearly to everyone present.

They turned to see Gu Jianfeng, the new recruit standing at the edge of the crowd.

Fu Zhihong spun around, his anger flaring. “What is this place? How can we let an outsider in here so casually? Has he even been disinfected? What if he’s carrying something that could infect Bayi?”

“Don’t be angry, Veterinarian Fu. He’s the new recruit assigned to us today,” Su Weiguo said calmly, glancing at Gu Jianfeng as he explained.

Gu Jianfeng, having lived two lifetimes, was already untouched by the waves of emotion.

“If you’re willing to watch Bayi die, then forget I spoke. But let me remind you: in her current state, even with oxytocin, both she and her pups have little chance of survival,” Gu Jianfeng stated flatly, wasting no words, meeting Fu Zhihong’s gaze directly.

“You… can you really do it? How sure are you?” Even Fu Zhihong, the veteran of countless canine caesareans, felt far from confident this time, but he could not stand by and watch disaster unfold.

“One hundred percent,” Gu Jianfeng answered, without a ripple of doubt.

Xue Meng snorted coldly. Of all things, he despised empty boasters who did nothing of worth. With such a prejudice, he found even less to like about Gu Jianfeng now.

Fu Zhihong wrestled fiercely with himself. After a dozen seconds, he drew in a deep breath and spoke solemnly to Gu Jianfeng, “Very well.”

“Old Fu, are you really going to let him try? We know nothing about him. How can you trust him like this?”

“Yes, Veterinarian Fu, if you must, you should do it yourself!”

“No matter what, we can’t let this kid handle it!”

“He’s barely grown any hair—what could he possibly know?”

Xue Meng’s doubts burst like water into a pan of hot oil, instantly boiling over in the room.

“Enough! Even if I were to perform the caesarean, I’m not confident. Since he claims he is, let him try! But let me warn you: Bayi doesn’t take kindly to strangers. I’ll assist you, but you’d better not pull any tricks,” Fu Zhihong cautioned, still uneasy.

Gu Jianfeng gave a slight smile, squeezed through the crowd, and entered the room.

As if sensing something, the exhausted Bayi managed to lift her head and look at Gu Jianfeng. Unexpectedly, she did not growl or warn him away.

Gu Jianfeng knelt beside Bayi, gently feeling along her body, a sense of intimacy stirring within him.

“Hmm!” Fu Zhihong’s eyes lit up. Perhaps this young man truly could bring some unexpected miracle.

In the world Gu Jianfeng came from, one where even a bottle of water was worth fighting to the death, humanity had pushed the development of the body to unprecedented limits.

A situation like Bayi’s was not difficult for Gu Jianfeng. In that world, even clean air was scarce, so human beings had desperately researched ways to survive. One genius discovered the boundless potential of the human mind, unlocking new depths and creating an entirely new method of cultivation.

Gu Jianfeng had achieved the rank of Soul General, level five, at which point opponents were few and far between. Transported inexplicably to this world, he found it nothing short of paradise. The air was clean everywhere, some places even brimming with spiritual energy—scenes he’d only read about before.

Fortunately, this new body was in decent shape, and with effort, he had gradually recovered to the strength of a level-seven Soul Soldier—a rank that would be notable even in the Sky Wolf realm.

Gu Jianfeng guided the soul energy within him, using a strange technique to pass it throughout Bayi’s body. Almost immediately, the bleeding stopped.

No one dared make a sound, fearing they might disturb him.

Bayi let out a contented whine.

“Look! It’s coming out, it’s coming out!” someone with sharp eyes cried, spotting the head of the first puppy emerging.

“Incredible!”

“That kid really has some skill!”

“Just a few strokes and Bayi’s fine!”

What they didn’t realize was that Gu Jianfeng’s technique merely promoted circulation and eased tension; the real key was the soul energy within him—a secret that brought Bayi back to life.

No one was happier than Fu Zhihong, who watched his beloved military dog return from the brink of death and finally let out a deep sigh of relief.

An hour later, eight tiny lives entered the world.

Everyone in the room exhaled deeply, the weight on their hearts finally lifted.

The newborn pups, after adapting to this new world and regaining some strength, scrambled toward Bayi, eager for her milk—she was their only lifeline.

“Haha, don’t all rush at once!”

“Let your sisters go first!”

The last puppy to be born, having lingered longest in Bayi’s belly, was much weaker than the others and found itself outmatched in the scramble for nourishment.

Seeing this, Fu Zhihong quickly knelt down, smiling as he found a safe spot for the smallest pup.

“You two, go and prepare something good for Bayi. She’s terribly weak and needs to be well cared for now!”

With mother and pups all safe, Fu Zhihong’s spirits soared.

“Yes, we’ll go right away!” The two named soldiers dashed out happily.

“Whew!” A young man in his early thirties burst in, panting, sweat rolling from his brow. “Sorry, the truck… broke down on the way. I brought the medicine. How’s Bayi?”

“Captain, you’re back?”

“Bayi and her pups are all safe!” Fu Zhihong replied with a broad grin to Long Fei.