It was just past noon.
The sun was at its peak.
Through the window, sunlight fell on her face. Even with her eyes closed, Wen Youning frowned slightly from the brightness.
Still drowsy, she instinctively raised a hand to cover her face.
Just as she was about to turn away from the light and continue sleeping, a short “beep” suddenly sounded.
Wen Youning’s eyes snapped open.
She sat up and looked at the computer screen, where the live stream interface displayed: [User1998 has entered the live room.]
After three hours of streaming with no audience, she finally had her first visitor.
Wen Youning’s eyes lit up.
“Welcome”
Before she could finish speaking, the number of viewers in the upper right corner changed from 1 to 0.
The new user had exited the live room.
Wen Youning:
A fledgling streamer, and her journey had already ended before it even began.
Propping her chin on one hand, she opened her phone and stared at the glaring zeros in her account balance, letting out a heavy sigh.
She hadn’t even figured out what to eat for lunch yet.
If she had known she was going to transmigrate into a novel, she would have finished her last employee meal before taking a nap.
As a government-employed animal caretaker and the only one who could understand animal thoughts Wen Youning’s daily job was chatting with animals and making friends with them, whether they were zoo residents or wild creatures on the savanna.
She had just returned from a field assignment, working nonstop for days.
Back at the zoo, she immediately jumped into counseling a distressed tiger.
Everything had gone smoothly.
After an entire night of talking with the tiger, the session was almost complete.
She returned to her resting quarters, lay down, and instantly fell asleep skipping lunch in the process.
Originally, she had planned to wake up and go out for a feast.
Instead, when she opened her eyes, she found herself inside the plot of a switched-at-birth novel she had recently been reading.
She had become the unlucky real daughter, switched at birth by a nanny.
The Wen family was an old-money aristocratic family.
Though their fortunes had declined with the downturn of traditional industries, they still clung to their pride and status.
When the real daughter was found and brought back, they despised her, thinking she lacked noble education and was too unsophisticated to be presentable.
In contrast, the fake daughter had learned piano and dance from a young age.
Whether in posture or demeanor, she exuded an elegance that made the real daughter look utterly worthless.
For aristocrats, benefits mattered more than bloodlines.
With so many heirs in the family, simple blood relations weren’t enough to secure a place.
In the original novel, the real daughter tried to fit in, humbling herself at every turn.
However, the fake daughter constantly schemed against her—spreading rumors, framing her, and setting traps.
Eventually, the real daughter was kicked out of the family and, before leaving, was even morally pressured into donating a kidney to the fake daughter.
Not long after being abandoned, she died under a bridge, consumed by despair.
No one even came to claim her body.
Meanwhile, the fake daughter successfully took her place, married into another wealthy family, founded her own brand and business, and eventually took control of the Wen family empire.
When Wen Youning transmigrated into this body, the original character had not yet been discovered by her biological parents.
Thinking about the upcoming plot, Wen Youning had no intention of joining the Wen family’s drama.
There was no way she was going to acknowledge them.
Besides, the original character was already eighteen, meaning the Wen family had no legal obligation to provide her with financial support.
She wondered if she could sue them for child abandonment and get some compensation.
But before that, the most pressing issue was figuring out what to eat for lunch.
Her last dollar had already been spent on a steamed bun for breakfast.
Having just transmigrated, she was unfamiliar with her surroundings.
She had medical knowledge, but without a veterinary license, she couldn’t get a job as a pet doctor.
Luckily, the internet was booming, and live streaming was a rising industry.
Wen Youning set up a stream with an eye-catching title:
[Professional Veterinarian Mind-Reading Therapy for Pet Ailments]
The only problem… was that nobody was watching.
As she debated whether to take on a manual labor job in the meantime, a notification popped up on her screen.
A live connection request.
She had a client!
Wen Youning smiled and greeted them, “Hello.”
On the other side, a young man was slumped in his chair, seemingly chatting with his audience.
When he noticed the live connection, he froze for a moment, then sat up abruptly, slapping his forehead.
“Ah, damn! I clicked the wrong button I meant to cancel, but I hit confirm instead… And it’s set to auto-pay. Ugh. Uh, can I get a refund for this paid connection?”
Wen Youning thought for a moment and replied, following the platform rules, “If you’re underage, then yes.”
The male streamer laughed.
“Eh, forget it. It’s just ten bucks. Plus, paid connections get a little traffic boost anyway.”
He waved his hand dismissively.
“Might as well roll with it. So, what kind of streamer are you?”
As he spoke, he clicked into her stream and squinted at the screen.
“Veterinarian? Mind-reading diagnostics? What kind of new profession is this? You’re saying you can read animal thoughts? And diagnose them live?”
“Yes,” Wen Youning replied seriously.
“But only for complicated cases that regular pet hospitals can’t solve.
For common issues like colds and fevers, I still recommend seeing a vet.”
Her earnest response filled his chat with a flood of [???] messages.
[The streaming industry is really getting out of hand…]
[Total scam, 100%.]
The male streamer didn’t believe in cyber pet psychics, but he saw an opportunity to create some engaging content.
“Actually, my dog’s been acting weird lately.
After eating, it keeps throwing up.
Sometimes it only eats a little before running off to vomit, then comes back to eat again.”
Holding his phone, he walked over to his dog’s crate and squatted down.
“See? We already went to the vet.
They gave him nutritional paste and IV drips for two days, but nothing’s changed.”
“It’s not the food either.
We’ve tried switching brands, even feeding fresh meat still no improvement.”
The camera panned over to a large kennel, where a blue-eyed husky lay sprawled on a blanket.
Upon seeing its owner, the husky wagged its tail weakly.
It looked sluggish, as if it had no energy.
The male streamer stroked the dog’s head.
“Could it be a psychological issue?
Depression?
Emotional eating disorder?
It never used to be like this.
How do I fix it?”
Wen Youning observed the husky carefully.
“How old is the dog?”
“Two years old.
I’ve raised him since he was a pup.”
The husky’s eyes shifted slightly, sniffing toward the phone.
“So hungry… so hungry… I want food… I want food…”
The husky’s thoughts ran in a continuous stream of murmurs.
Wen Youning looked at its shriveled belly and said, “Bring the dog food over and feed it live on stream.”
The male streamer hesitated.
“Huh? Feeding it makes it throw up.”
[Wait, did the other streamer even listen? In this condition, shouldn’t the dog be fasting and observed instead?]
[Using a poor animal for content… Reporting for animal abuse!!]
Wen Youning took a sip of water.
“Feed it as I say, and I guarantee it won’t vomit. Give it about ten pieces of kibble.”
The male streamer was skeptical but placed the bowl down.
“Ten pieces, right?”
The husky’s eyes lit up the moment it saw the food bowl.
As soon as the bowl touched the ground, it wasted no time and dove in to eat.
For a two-year-old husky, ten pieces of kibble were nothing it scooped them up with its tongue in one go.
In just a second, the bowl was empty.
Looking at the husky’s state, it sat in the kennel, tongue hanging out, eyes fixed on him.
There was no sign of vomiting.
“Huh?” The male streamer was surprised.
“It was throwing up before because it was eating too fast, too anxiously?”
“That’s part of it.” Wen Youning nodded slightly.
“Give it another ten pieces.”
The male streamer did as told.
Once again, the husky ate quickly.
After a few more rounds, Wen Youning said, “Now, grab a handful and give it to the dog.”
The moment the words left her mouth, the husky, which had been eating quietly, suddenly paused.
Holding kibble in its mouth, it lifted its head sharply.
Its sky-blue eyes welled up with tears as it stared at the phone.
“Woof!”
Really?!
“Huh?” The male streamer hesitated while counting the kibble.
“That’s too much. Normally, one cup is enough for it.”
He shook the measuring cup in his hand.
Wen Youning glanced at it.
It looked about the size of a half-filled water bottle.
“For a husky of this size and age, based on that measuring cup, it should be eating at least ten to fifteen cups per meal.
You can also occasionally give it some jerky and chew treats.”
She sighed.
This husky was practically being raised like a Greyhound.
The male streamer’s hand stiffened as he poured the food.
“No way.
When I bought it, the seller told me this was the right amount.
They said feeding it some table scraps along with the kibble was enough.
Why would it need that much food?”
Wen Youning: “Do puppies and adult dogs eat the same amount?”
[Damn, this isn’t even enough for my dog’s training treats.]
[Husky: I don’t get to eat enough, but at least I don’t starve to death.]
[LOL, did you see the husky’s eyes when the streamer said another cup? Husky: Really, stepmom?! You mean there’s more?!!]
The only sound in the live stream was the husky happily crunching its food.
Wen Youning suggested, “If you often feed it leftovers, make sure to take it to the vet for liver, kidney, and pancreas tests.
Too much oil and salt can strain these organs.”
“No worries, I don’t really feed it leftovers.
It mainly eats kibble.”
Wen Youning:
The chat:
[So… just one cup of kibble and a few scraps?]
[Bro, your dog has suffered.]
[Forget the dog—go book yourself a medical check-up at a major hospital first.]
Wen Youning cleared her throat.
“Your dog throws up after eating because it’s starving.
It eats too fast, and because it’s been underfed for so long, its stomach has shrunk.
It physically can’t hold much food at once, so when it’s suddenly overloaded, it reacts by vomiting.”
“Feed it gradually, increasing the amount step by step.
Once it learns to control itself and isn’t starving all the time, it will eat at a normal pace.
Eventually, you can give it a full bowl, and it will stop eating once it’s full.”
“Woof woof!”
Now full, the husky excitedly pressed its face against the phone screen.
Its head kept blocking the camera, and its eyes were clearer and brighter than before.
It looked like it wanted to snuggle against Wen Youning through the screen.
Good boy.
Eat properly, don’t rush.
From now on, there will always be food.”
Seeing how pitiful the husky looked, Wen Youning sighed.
“Good thing you connected with me today.
If this had gone on for a few more days, your dog might have starved to death.”
“Woof!”
Yes!
That was a close call, woof!