Zhao Yuan froze for a moment at the White Cat's actions, clicking his tongue in amazement. 'Well now, you're a clever one.'
He quickly walked over to the White Cat.
He had only seen it from a distance before, getting just a rough idea. Now that he was closer, Zhao Yuan noticed a large amount of yellow pus oozing from the wound on the White Cat's back. 'This is a sign of infection and inflammation!' At the same time, some of the flesh around the wound had rotted, giving off waves of a sickening, putrid stench.
'This wound isn't just a day or two old.' Zhao Yuan's brow furrowed. The cat's condition required immediate surgery to clean out the pus, cut away the necrotic tissue, and suture the wound. Otherwise, its life would be in danger.
"I'm going to take you to get treated. Don't you run off, okay?" Zhao Yuan murmured as he reached out and picked up the White Cat.
