Human Realm, he had reached the Human Realm.
Feng Liyan called out weakly, uncertain if it was in response to Qing Yi or simply out of a cat’s instinctive habit, and then he closed his eyes again and fell into a deep sleep.
"Why has it fainted again?"
Upon seeing the cat close its eyes once more, lifeless, Qing Yi instantly grew anxious.
"It’s nothing serious, just lost too much blood. Go fetch a basin of warm water for me. Its leg wound has some dirt, we need to clean it before treating the wound, otherwise it could get infected," the drunkard spoke calmly and slowly.
"All right." Qing Yi hurried into the bathroom and fetched a basin of warm water.
The drunkard first cleaned the wound, using a sterilized surgical knife to remove the necrotic tissue, then stitched up the wound, and finally applied medicine and wrapped it up.
"Be gentle, it looks painful to me." Qing Yi watched as the knife and needle worked on the cat’s leg and could hardly bear to look.
The drunkard glanced at Qing Yi and smiled, "What, have you been influenced by Jun Moyan and changed your ways?"
"I’m just worried that this cat might die in my hands, that’s all. I didn’t plan to keep it. Once it heals, I’ll definitely send it away." When would he have the time or interest to care for a cat? Fresh chapters posted on noⅴelfire.net
The drunkard didn’t say anything more and continued bandaging the cat.
After finally finishing with the external injuries, the drunkard took some pills, pried open the cat’s mouth, and stuffed the medicine inside.
"Ok, once it wakes up, watch over it. Don’t let it move around too much and reopen the wound. Also, make sure to soothe its emotions. I will go and prepare some medicinal herbs needed for its medicinal bath. Its internal organs have suffered a significant impact, the internal injury is very serious. Once its condition improves a bit, you’ll have to give it a medicinal bath."
"Its internal organs suffered a significant impact? How... how significant?" Qing Yi looked at the still and blood-stained cat on the bed, filled with a sense of guilt, and also felt somewhat uneasy at heart.
He really feared that the cat might not survive and then some strange thing might happen again...
The drunkard didn’t mention that the cat’s injury wasn’t caused by a car accident and had little to do with Qing Yi. He simply told Qing Yi to take good care of the cat and then left with Qing Yi.
"Don’t leave, stay with me," Qing Yi took a couple of steps forward, chasing after the two who were about to depart.
"I need to prepare its medicine," said the drunkard.
"I need to go to the company to see the Third Young Master." Although the drunkard had asked for a day off for him, he was neither sick nor indisposed, now that he was awake, he definitely had to go to the company to help.
"Well, then, alright."
"What, are you afraid?" Qing Yi said with a smile.
"Who’s afraid? Go on, go on. Everybody, just go," Qing Yi turned around to shoo them off.
Annoying, always laughing at him.
What’s there to laugh at.
Qing Yi smiled and didn’t say anything else, following the drunkard as they both left.
"Which pharmacy are you going to? I’ll drop you off first before I head to the company," Qing Yi offered.
After leaving Qing Yi’s room, Feng Liyan put the medical kit back in his room and then left with the drunkard.
"It’s noon already, let’s go have lunch together," the drunkard suggested.
The two talked and left side by side. Qing Yi’s gaze uncontrollably wandered over to the drunkard time and time again. He hesitated several times, eager to speak but holding back, until his inner emotions and curiosity got the better of him. Qing Yi finally broke the silence and asked, "Last night, when I was drunk, what did I actually say?"
"You didn’t say much," the drunkard glanced at Qing Yi, the barely concealed smile at the corner of his mouth making Qing Yi increasingly curious and anxious.
Not much? That doesn’t seem like ’not much’ at all.
"You didn’t say much... So why are you laughing?"
"Can’t I laugh if I’m in a good mood?"
Seeing that the drunkard wouldn’t disclose anything, Qing Yi felt as if a tiny claw was scratching at the bottom of his heart.