five years ago.

"What a headache. I was bitten like this by an animal in the mountains."

On the floor of the shrine, a cat covered in bloodstains lay on the ground, so weak that it could barely breathe. The blood on its fur had long been scabbed and adhered to the wounds.

Morning wood stood aside, frowning and not knowing what to do.

Beside him, there were several cats staring at the dying cat and meowing.

"Dad, what's wrong?" A girl with medium-short hair and a childish face wearing a miko costume and a boy who was half a head shorter than her came over.

"Ah, it's Nana and Makoto, look..." Hayama pointed to the injured cat on the ground, and the expressions of Hayama Nana and Futaba Makoto changed.

"It must have been bitten by a wild beast in the mountains, and the bitten cat was just a kitten. It probably won't survive." Zamu shook his head and sighed.

"Why not send it to a pet hospital?!" Futaba Cheng asked.

Hearing this, Zaimu smiled bitterly: "The nearest pet hospital is an hour away from here. If you add in the time it takes to leave the shrine and the bumpy road, this kitten's death will be even more painful."

"It's better to just lie here quietly." After Zaomu finished speaking, he slowly turned around and left, as if he couldn't bear to see this scene.

In the morning, Nana glanced at Futaba Cheng beside her, then tugged on his clothes: "Xiao Cheng, what should I do?"

"Uncle may ask someone to come and take care of it later, but..."

After Futaba Cheng hesitated for a moment, he looked at the cat again.

At this time, it even started to cough up blood, and its eyes showed confusion and even unwillingness.

"Meow!" it wailed. After curling up in pain, it struggled to stand up. There was a trail of blood dragged out by it on the ground and extended all the way to the distant bushes. It can be seen that it struggled all the way back from the wild.

of the shrine.

"It wants to live." Futaba Makoto said.

"But it's just a kitten and can't survive in the pet hospital." Nana said softly in the morning.

Kittens are quite fragile, and the nearest pet hospital is still a long way away.

Pulling Shuangye Cheng, Nana seemed to be comforting him in the morning: "Xiao Cheng, let's go, this cat will go to heaven."

In the morning, Nana also wanted to help the cat, but there was obviously no other way.

"It struggled all the way back to the shrine from the outside. I believe it can persist to the pet hospital." Futaba Cheng said, "It still wants to live, and I want to help it."

Nana blinked in the morning: "But..."

At this time, Futaba Cheng had already stretched out his hand to pick up the cat. Perhaps due to Futaba Cheng's sudden approach, the cat struggled violently. It opened its teeth and bit Futaba Cheng's hand: "Meow!

!!”

"Xiao Cheng!"

Seeing Futaba Cheng being bitten by the cat, Nana subconsciously kicked out her foot to help him in the morning, but the next second, Futaba Cheng turned around with the cat in his arms and caught the girl's bite with his back.

One kick.

There was a dull thunk, and Futaba Cheng screamed in pain: "It hurts!"

In the morning, Nana hurriedly knelt down and touched Futaba Cheng's back: "No, are you okay?"

Seeing the girl's nervous expression, Futaba Cheng smiled: "I've never been kicked less by you before, so this doesn't matter."

In the morning, Nana suddenly became embarrassed. She muttered something inaudible and looked away:

"I told you that I will never bully you again, Nana will protect you."

Perhaps because he felt that Futaba Cheng had no ill intentions, or perhaps because he had no strength at this time, the cat in Futaba Cheng's arms gradually relaxed its mouth and looked at him.

"The bite is still so strong, it seems that I can still hold on."

After Futaba Cheng finished speaking, he stood up.

"Let's go!"

Seeing him running out of the shrine with the cat in his arms, Nana quickly chased after him: "Wait for me!"

Futaba Makoto's physical strength was very poor. Not long after he ran out of the shrine, he was out of breath, but perhaps because of the cat in his arms, Futaba Makoto did not put down his steps.

At this time, the cat grabbed Futaba Cheng's clothes with its claws, as if it was grasping the last straw: "Meow."

It made a weak cry and its body was trembling.

"Hold on a little longer..."

In the morning, Nana quickly caught up with him and saw Futaba Cheng sweating profusely. She took a handkerchief to help wipe the sweat on his forehead.

The boy holding the cat, and the little witch chasing after wiping sweat beside him, this scene looks somewhat funny.

"Let me hold you, Nana is strong."

"no."

Futaba Cheng was worried that the cat would become resistant to Nana's hands, not to mention that Nana had just wanted to kick it.

After finally returning to the street, Futaba Makoto was already exhausted and his legs were shaking even while standing.

call.

Futaba Makoto breathed out loudly. Perhaps he saw this scene, or perhaps he saw Nana Asuka who was wearing a miko uniform and straw slippers. People in the shops nearby walked out one after another.

"What's wrong, Makoto-kun, and Nana-chan."

"You look so anxious, are you rushing to go on a date?"

"Damn, the two children are only ten years old, what are you thinking about?"

After getting closer, they noticed the dying cat in Futaba Makoto's arms.

"Who did this? He's covered in blood."

"This seems to be the cat in the shrine, why is it so seriously injured?" Everyone did not continue to joke, but instead cared about the cat's condition.

Futaba Cheng said: "Do you have a car to take us there? We want to go to the pet hospital!"

At this time, a small truck suddenly stopped in front of Futaba Cheng and the others. The window rolled down, and a bald man grinned and said: "Xiao Chengzi, get in the car!"

"Uncle Goda!" Futaba Makoto's eyes lit up, and he immediately excitedly sat in with the cat in his arms, followed by Nana in the morning.

"The pet hospital is an hour away from here, can you hurry up?"

"Don't worry." The bald man touched his bald head and then tightened his grip on the steering wheel.

"Xiao Cheng, do you know what nickname I used to have, uncle?"

"What?"

The uncle smiled crookedly and stepped on the accelerator:

"That's...the car god of Merrion Street!"

The small truck started with a roar, incredibly fast.

Futaba Makoto looked down at the cat in his arms. At this time, it had long since lost its voice, but its claws were still firmly grasping Futaba Makoto's clothes.

Hold on a little longer...

Keep at it...

…

The entrance of the pet hospital.

After getting off the car, when Futaba Makoto and Hayama Nana were about to go in, the bald man stopped them: "Wait a minute!"

"What's wrong?"

As soon as Futaba Makoto spoke, the uncle took out a sum of money from his wallet and handed it to Nana Asaka.

"Looking at the way you are in such a hurry, you probably don't have any money with you, right? Go ahead, uncle, I have to deliver the goods, so I can only send you here."

After Futaba Cheng saw the money, he bowed to the other party: "Thank you!"

In the morning, Nana also followed Futaba Makoto and bowed: "Thank you!"

"Let's go, let's go..." The uncle just finished speaking, and subconsciously glanced at the rearview mirror of the car, his expression suddenly changed, "Oh!"

Behind him, a motorcycle caught up and shouted:

"Hey, the truck in front of you is at least 150 yards away, stop immediately and be investigated!"

"Uncle, let's go first." The bald uncle smiled at Futaba Cheng and the others, then drove away.

Behind the car, a motorcycle followed closely behind.

"Let's go." Although I'm a little worried, saving the cat is more important now.

"Um!"

…

"Ding." The lights in the operating room went out.

"Doctor, is the cat okay?"
To be continued...