It was only a knock against the wall. Even if it were a more severe knock, the physical ability of animals would allow them to recover shortly after suffering the bout of pain.
The vet they had summoned was an experienced one, and he was able to diagnose the problem quickly. âItâs nothing serious. Itâll be fine tomorrow after a little rest.â
The vet was casual about the catâs condition and had wanted to bring the matter to a close. He snapped his first aid box shut. But when he looked up, he was greeted by Fu Sichenâs extremely icy stare. It threw him off, and he nervously said, âM-Mr. Fu SichenâŚâ
Fu Sichen was stone-faced. âIt was a very hard knock.â
âWhat? B-butâŚâ But it was just a cat. The accomplished vet started to doubt himself.
Was he too careless? Unprofessional? Or did he miss anything?
âT-thisâŚâ Fu Sichen was indeed exerting a lot of pressure, and the vet started to babble nervously, âIndeed. Indeed it was a serious knock. L-let me take another look at him.â
Trembling as he re-opened his first aid box, the vet took out his case notes. He didnât dare to make a diagnosis too quickly and fumbled around for about five minutes. Then, he spoke very cautiously, âT-thereâs a bit of a concussion. But he will be fine after an injection and some medication.â
Normally, if a cat had a concussion, the symptoms would include a complete lack of energy and extreme placidity; it would not be able to stand up or ingest food.
The vet did observe the big swelling on the Persian catâs head, but from his understanding of animals, the cat was merely in pain.
It was definitely not a concussion.
When the vet mentioned the word âinjection,â the Persian cat struggled energetically, confirming his suspicion.
But Fu Sichen was convinced by the latter diagnosis.
He was worried and felt that if nothing was done, the Persian catâs health would be compromised.
The Persian cat in his arms struggled furiously. Fu Sichen wanted to subdue it but didnât dare to assert too much strength. He could only try to calm it in a low voice, âGood boy, just a jab and it will all be fine.â
Pei Zhen was furious. âYou son of a b****!!!â
He was afraid of injections.
Everyone had their own fears, and it just happened that he was afraid of needlesâit was normal! He was afraid as a human, and that didnât change when he turned into a cat.
Pei Zhen the cat cried fiercely and struggled violently. The vet perspired just looking at him and wished he could take back what he said. Best Actor Fu, there is nothing wrong with your cat!
âDoesnât an injection require a needle? Where is it?â Fu Sichen reserved his gentle side for the cat. When he addressed the vet, he was once again as cold as a snowstorm. âDo you use words to inject?â
âI-Iâll prepare right away.â The mercilessly-insulted vet quickly looked through the medicines. After thinking for a bit, he picked out a vial of vitamins. âM-Mr. Fu Sichen, may I trouble you to hold him down.â
âNot a problem,â said the cold Mr. Fu Sichen, âif he dares to struggle, you can spay him immediately.â
Cruel! Severe! Emotionless!
Initially, the vet wanted to chide Fu SichenâAs if the cat really understood human language. It wasnât as though it would stop struggling just because he said so. But, miraculously, the Persian cat calmed down.
The cat tensed its body and was breathing heavily, but there wasnât a single movement. It was obviously trying to control itself.
The vet was secretly amazed. Without hesitating, he inserted the needle into the cat.
Pei Zhen was almost in tears.
No matter how many injections he had experienced, it was painful. And it was painful all over.
âItâs just a small prick.â Fu Sichen found it both painful and funny seeing the cat tearing up. âArenât you a man?â
Pei Zhen could not tolerate the teasing, and wanted to gnaw him to death!
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