Huo Sining put the little German Shepherd down, intending to leave, but suddenly paused and turned back to the middle-aged dog seller and said:
"Uncle, since you don't want the dog anymore, why not just give it to me? It's not dead yet. I'll take it to the pet hospital to see if it can be cured."
The middle-aged vendor hesitated, "This dog has canine distemper. It won't get better without spending seven or eight hundred yuan at the pet hospital, and even if it does get better, there might be complications."
"That's fine, I won't mind," Huo Sining nodded, unbothered by the seller's concerns.
Seeing this, the middle-aged vendor could only reluctantly pull the snakeskin bag from the pile of trash behind him and hand it over to Huo Sining.
Huo Sining took the snakeskin bag, and the dog that had been struggling inside seemed to have stopped moving.
Feeling panicky, Huo Sining quickly reached in to rescue the puppy from the snakeskin bag.
