Chaper12
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When I woke up, I found myself lying on a table, tied upside down and spread-eagled.
The first thought in my mind was that Willian was retaliating against me for something. Damn, he was going to roast me!
The grilled bullfrog that was sizzling and oozing oil seemed to have switched from a food channel to a horror movie.
I struggled to scream, but was suddenly covered by a hand.
I bit down hard.
The hand trembled, but did not move away.
Willian's voice came: "You're awake! Doctor! She's awake!"
A doctor in a white coat came over, wearing a sign that said "Love One Pet Hospital" on his chest.
I was surprised to discover that I still retained human strength.
The doctor looked at Willian with complicated eyes and then at me.
He exclaimed, "I've never seen a bullfrog come to the hospital with a broken leg before."
"It's the first time I've seen a bullfrog that can break its own leg," I said, feeling the intense pain in my right leg and unable to hold back a groan.
I didn't dare groan too loudly, just a quiet croak.
Willian looked very concerned, frowning as if he could crush a fly with his eyebrows. He held his hands in front of his chest, wanting to take me but afraid to.
He anxiously watched the doctor: "Doctor, please heal her quickly. She's in so much pain!"
The doctor nodded, looking at the X-ray and using a splint to fix my leg and wrap it in layers of bandages.
I stretched out my slender leg and lay on it, neither lying nor sitting, just straight up in the air, supported by one leg.
It looked like a bullfrog on a skewer.
I looked up and saw a mixture of sympathy and suppressed laughter on Willian's face. His expression was very complicated, and his face was distorted.
I was angry: "Croak!"
If I had known that becoming a bullfrog could be contagious, I would have never brought him home, no matter how much I liked him!
I would have either boiled him, roasted him, or thrown him back into the breeding pond!
Willian laughed and laughed as he walked along the road, as if he had split his sides.
"I'm really happy that you've turned back into a bullfrog. Now we're a pair of male and female frogs, finding true love."
I was a little angry: "you're overjoyed. Now that you've turned back into a frog, I'm a bullfrog."
"Maybe when you turn back, we'll really be a pair of male and female frogs, finding true love."
Willian couldn't help but laugh, tears streaming down his face.
"Oh, a bullfrog with a splint, I've really opened my eyes. "You're really amazing. You managed to break your leg out of thin air."
I was angry: "I just haven't adapted to this body yet!
"You hurry and kiss me! Make me turn back into a human!"
Willian looked at me, the smile fading from his face.
I had a bad feeling.
"Mion," he said seriously, "why would I bring you to the pet hospital?"
"I almost kissed you to the point of losing a layer of skin, and you didn't turn back."
I was dumbfounded.
A bolt of lightning!
I couldn't turn back!
Would I be a beautiful young girl forever as a bullfrog?
My eyes welled up with tears as I looked at Willian, begging, "You're not serious, are you?"
Willian was silent for a moment, touching me: "I will try my best to find a way to turn you back.
"If it doesn't work, I will also take responsibility for you and take care of you for the rest of your life."
I "croaked" and cried.
I don't know if a bullfrog can cry, but I felt like my tears were going to drown myself.
How could I think of a way?
Before, both of us used all kinds of methods, but that asshole seemed to have disappeared into thin air, and we couldn't find any trace of him.
Taking responsibility for me? How could he take responsibility for me?
He had recovered, and in the future, he would find true love, get married, and have children, leaving me as a pet to play with his son?
Tears flowed freely on my dry face.
I didn't know how a bullfrog could cry, but I felt like I was going to drown myself in my own tears.
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