Last night was genuinely quiet. There wasn't even a single intoxicated patient. The gloomy weather from yesterday had cleared up by morning.
I checked my phone; Qiaoqiao still hadn't replied. I sent her another message: "Hurry up and get your car. If it gets scratched, even selling me wouldn't cover the damages."
"Wait, I'm busy."
Qiaoqiao replied quickly this time, attaching a short video. Tang Dou's tail was wagging like a pinwheel as he pranced ahead of Qiaoqiao on their walk.
Picturing Tang Dou dashing about freely with Qiaoqiao chasing frantically after him seemed quite amusing.
I decided not to disturb her. Tang Dou, though well-behaved at home, considered walks pure playtime and needed to run to his heart's content. If I kept messaging her now, Qiaoqiao might just let Tang Dou off the leash, and then she'd probably storm the hospital to confront me.
