Comrade: Almost a Cat-astrophic Love Story
chapter-70

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.”

Pei Zhen was furious. “You son of a b****!!!”

He was afraid of injections.

Everyone had their own fears, and it just happened that he was afraid of needles—it was normal! He was afraid as a human, and that didn’t 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!

“Doesn’t an injection require a needle? Where is it?” Fu Sichen reserved his gentle side for the cat. When he addressed the vet, he was once again as cold as a snowstorm. “Do you use words to inject?”

“I-I’ll prepare right away.” The mercilessly-insulted vet quickly looked through the medicines. After thinking for a bit, he picked out a vial of vitamins. “M-Mr. Fu Sichen, may I trouble you to hold him down.”

“Not a problem,” said the cold Mr. Fu Sichen, “if he dares to struggle, you can spay him immediately.”

Cruel! Severe! Emotionless!

Initially, the vet wanted to chide Fu Sichen—As if the cat really understood human language. It wasn’t 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 wasn’t 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.

“It’s just a small prick.” Fu Sichen found it both painful and funny seeing the cat tearing up. “Aren’t you a man?”

Pei Zhen could not tolerate the teasing, and wanted to gnaw him to death!