Chapter 70 - Pei Zhen Wanted to Gnaw Him to Death (1/2)

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. “It’s nothing serious. It’ll be fine tomorrow after a little rest.”

The vet was casual about the cat’s 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 Sichen’s extremely icy stare. It threw him off, and he nervously said, “M-Mr. Fu Sichen…”

Fu Sichen was stone-faced. “It was a very hard knock.”

“What? B-but…” But it was just a cat. The accomplished vet started to doubt himself.

Was he too careless? Unprofessional? Or did he miss anything?

“T-this…” Fu Sichen was indeed exerting a lot of pressure, and the vet started to babble nervously, “Indeed. Indeed it was a serious knock. L-let me take another look at him.”

Trembling as he re-opened his first aid box, the vet took out his case notes. He didn’t dare to make a diagnosis too quickly and fumbled around for about five minutes. Then, he spoke very cautiously, “T-there’s a bit of a concussion. But he will be fine after an injection and some medication.”

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 cat’s 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 ‘injection,’ 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 cat’s health would be compromised.

The Persian cat in his arms struggled furiously. Fu Sichen wanted to subdue it but didn’t dare to assert too much strength. He could only try to calm it in a low voice, “Good boy, just a jab and it will all be fine.”