There are still questions?! Everyone looked at Secretary Zhang with confusion. It was not revealed that this guy has the nature of being a "sensible person". Why are there so many problems now?

"My face..." Secretary Zhang pointed at his face with a sad face, and then compared his short figure that made him hate. "And with this body, if I go out like this, I can't do anything at all. Maybe I'll be treated as something to take care of."

"Ah, sorry, sorry!" Jian'er patted her forehead and stuck out her tongue embarrassedly, "I almost forgot that, I will help you recover now."

"Forget it, use this to wipe the ointment you just wiped through the skin color and then you can recover." Jian'er handed the recovery ointment that had been prepared before to Secretary Zhang.

After he recovered from his original skin color, a few more silver needles were placed, and the deformed face also returned to its original state. Secretary Zhang rubbed his face hard, well, this would make his skin feel much more comfortable. Then the five-short figure would recover faster. You have to try to compress or stretch the gaps in the bones, but this recovery was just a matter of shaking with your hands, which was very easy.

"Okay!" Jian'er clapped her hands and nodded with satisfaction.

Dingdengdeng, Secretary Zhang's first reaction was to run to the dressing mirror, look left and look right..., it was so swollen, he suddenly felt like he was crying when he wanted to be moved. Although he was not handsome and angry, he definitely belonged to the face of a pure-bred oriental man with a straight facial features. You are finally back, and his standard figure..., the three-inch nails are so annoying, is there any!

"Hey, hey, hey, I said have you taken enough photos?!" Looking at Secretary Zhang's unreliable appearance, the mole couldn't help rolling his eyes, stretched his hands and hooked his neck, "Spray quickly, we are still waiting for you to get a dog for the experiment."

"Okay, I'll go now." Realizing his incompetence, Secretary Zhang couldn't help but blush and hurriedly agreed.

"Hurry up~" pressed Secretary Zhang's shoulder and turned around, and then helped him in the direction of the door. Then, while making goodbye gestures, he muttered in a low voice that everyone could hear, "By the way, I think you looked a little more pleasing to the face of your face, and that height is really easy to match."

Bad silver!

Secretary Zhang threw a small accusing look at the mole. The image just now was so painful in his heart. This guy who stepped on someone's "wound" was so bad?

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Secretary Zhang was very fast. Without much time, he saw him coming back with a large Saint Bernard.

"This is..." Everyone was stunned. Why is it just St. Bernard?

"Hey, I said, don't look down on it. Ait is a hero dog!" Secretary Zhang, who was a dog-controlled person, was not happy. "Do you know, Ait is a rescue dog. He has searched for missing travelers in the mountains, retrieved missing children, saved drowning people, and lived many living people from the ruins. If it weren't for the age of old, people would still be fighting on the front line of saving people!"

Everyone was speechless. What was Secretary Zhang's expression? Those who knew it understood that he was praising the dog. Those who didn't know thought that such heroic deeds were created by him. I said, "Dear, are you so proud?"

"Believe me, a search and rescue dog with rich experience will definitely be the best experimental subject, and I am definitely an expert in this regard!" Secretary Zhang strongly recommended.

"Well, Mr. Expert, can I ask where you got this hero dog? Will it not arouse the dog owner's suspicion? You know, we are now the kind of 'shame' people." Mole said with some self-deprecating self-deprecating.

"Don't worry, am I such a severity?" Secretary Zhang gave Mole a contemptuous look, "It's a coincidence. I just went out, and it was Aite's owner who called me and asked me to help take care of Aite in the past two days, so I brought it here directly. No one would doubt it. After all, this is not the first time."

Ait, old Ait?! I won’t say the name I want for my son. Now there are people who give the dog the same name as me. I really don’t know what these foreigners are thinking! Everyone present couldn’t help but complain secretly. However, regardless of this name, if this dog named Ait is really as magical as Secretary Zhang said, it would be a good test piece.

"Okay, since that's the case, let's start. Who of you comes first?" Jian'er asked after looking at the mole and his group.

"I'll do it!" Daozi stood up first. He was the lightest person here. Who would be the one who doesn't think of this test subject?

"Okay!" Jian'er didn't care whoever came first, anyway, as long as someone came to be the test subject, "Are you injured?"

"Yes, here." The knife untied the top, and the chest and arms were scratched. The wound was not deep and it had begun to scab and no longer seeped blood.

"Release the bandage and I'll give you medicine." Jian'er said.

"Wait a minute!" At this moment, Secretary Zhang spoke, "Don't rush to apply medicine first, let Ait smell it first."

"Okay!" Jian'er let go.

"Ait, come!" Secretary Zhang took the reins on Ait's neck and took it to Knife, and then sniffed him all over Knife's extremely patient gaze.

"Okay." Secretary Zhang pulled Ait away, nodded to Jian'er, indicating that it was OK.

He sprinkled the faint powder with a pleasant smell of grass on the wound of the knife, and then Jian'er handed over a small bottle of spray.

"What is this?" Daozi asked, shaking the bottle in his hand.

"Spray, something that can interfere with the dog's sense of smell, just spray it on your body a little." Jian'er signaled that the knife could do it by himself.

"Is it like this?" He took the bottle and squirted at himself twice.
Chapter completed!