bayedsolid Chapter 79: Ninth Master flatters, Brother Mu scrapes the pus from his hooves.
Chapter 79: Ninth Master flatters, Brother Mu scrapes the pus from his hooves.
The robust black horse had hind legs covered in a coat color similar to that of a football's white socks.
Thinking everything was alright, Qiu Rongmu squatted down and bent down to stroke its sick right front leg.
Suddenly, a horse neighed and Mu-gege cried out in surprise at the same time.
The black horse suddenly raised its hoof and kicked him hard in the face, and even the coachman could not stop it.
Ninth Master and Little Si stopped building their snowman and gathered around the fence to watch the scene unfold.
Master Zhang's butler reminded him apologetically, "Mr. Qiu, I forgot to tell you, Dahei is the 'gentlest' horse in our family! Since it fell ill, its temper has become even more irritable. That's why no one could treat it, and in the end, we had to ask Master Jiu to come in person."
Covered in mud, snow, and horse manure, Mu Ge quickly got up and covered his nose.
Si Zi, who was standing nearby, joked, "It seems that Da Hei, who is wearing white soccer socks, wants to shake hands with Brother Mu! But he was too eager and accidentally kicked Brother Mu in the face, hahaha."
Ninth Master stepped forward, preparing to enter the enclosure to personally treat the big black horse.
However, Brother Mu waved his hands repeatedly, firmly stating, "No need, no need, Ninth Master, I can do it. Let me try. After all, there has to be a first time."
Brother Mu was covered in black mud and horse manure, and looked quite disheveled.
He cautiously approached the dark horse again.
The dark horse once again extended its front hooves in a friendly manner to "shake hands," but this time the movement was faster, kicking Brother Mu directly at the arm that was blocking its way.
The butler couldn't stand it any longer, so he forcefully lifted the wooden gate of the fence, and Ninth Master followed him in.
At this moment, Brother Mu remembered the theory that his master had taught him. He went around to the back of the horse's front legs, hugged the horse's legs in his arms, and bent them over.
Ninth Master opened his toolbox, took out a tool that looked like both scissors and pliers, and handed it to Brother Mu.
But Brother Mu said, "Ninth Master, I need a small knife."
Ninth Master was taken aback, then took out a small curved knife from his toolbox and gave it to him.
Brother Mu took the curved sword, his fingers trembling slightly, but he quickly regained his composure.
He took a deep breath, grabbed the horse's leg, and began to carefully clean the mud and dirt from the horse's large, black hooves that were turned upside down.
The blade nimbly sliced across the hoof, each contact producing a "crackling" sound, accompanied by the neighing of Big Black. Brother Mu was rapidly engaging in a contest of speed and skill with the mud.
The big black horse seemed to know what he was doing. Although it was in pain, it did not struggle and obediently stood there, continuing to neigh in pain.
The groom gripped the bridle tightly, a hint of worry in his eyes, fearing the large horse might suddenly leap out of control.
Ninth Master stood beside the horse's rump, gently stroking the firm muscle with a soothing and practiced motion, as if to say, "It's alright, it's alright, Big Black. Ninth Master's new assistant seems to have some skills after all. Don't worry, we'll take care of it right away."
Suddenly, Brother Mu looked up and reported, "There's a big abscess under the hoof." His voice was tense, but his eyes revealed a hint of surprise, as if he had discovered some important information.
After hearing this, Ninth Master nodded, his tone unhurried and somewhat relaxed: "Hmm, just as I expected." His "I knew it all along" expression revealed that he was just testing your confidence today.
Brother Mu carefully and forcefully scraped open the pus-filled blister with his knife, and with another hiss from Big Black, the pus flowed out.
As Brother Mu moved his blade, the stubborn boil finally couldn't hold back any longer and began to "flood" on the black horse's hooves—a "dirty destructive force" rushed out from the horse's hooves.
The sight of mud and pus mingling together, dripping and bubbling out, was once quite shocking.
Little Sizi, whose feet were covered in mud, couldn't help but exclaim, "Ugh, that's disgusting, but it's also really satisfying! So much pus is flowing out!" She covered her mouth with her hand, her face showing an expression of "I really can't bear to look," and her body involuntarily took a few steps back.
The disgust in her eyes was so obvious—if facial expressions could speak, you could probably hear, "Ugh, so dirty, so disgusting!"
However, although the sight of the abscesses being released made Xiao Sizi want to stay away, Ninth Master had a satisfied smile on his face.
His usually somewhat cynical face now appeared exceptionally gentle because of the small success of his newly accepted apprentice.
Seeing this, Brother Mu couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. He still clung tightly to Big Black's leg, a relieved smile spreading across his face, as if he had just survived a life-or-death battle, and his sense of accomplishment was bursting forth.
Looking at Mu-gege's smile, Xiao Sizi couldn't help but mutter softly, "Guo-gege is so awesome! We'll celebrate your victory tonight. Ninth Master, you have to give Guo-gege a 'Victory Pussy Award'."
Ninth Master said, "That's it? You think you can win an award?" But the corners of his mouth couldn't help but curl up...