Chapter 180

Chapter 180 - 180 173 The Devil Arrives Kneel in Submission (Second Chapter 180: 173: The Devil Arrives, Kneel in Submission (Second Update) Chapter 180: 173: The Devil Arrives, Kneel in Submission (Second Update) He must be Doctor Jiang. The photo posted at the reception was a bit distorted, but his name was on the veterinary license: Jiang Chengxue.

He opened a door, “Come in.”

Wen Changling carried the cat carrier inside.

White lab coats hung on the rack, Jiang Chengxue took one and put it on, then donned disposable gloves and a mask.

There was a table in the treatment room.

He cleared the miscellaneous items off it.

“What’s wrong with your cat?”

Wen Changling placed the cat carrier on the table, unzipped it, and lifted out the cat, “There’s something stuck in its throat.”

The cat meowed weakly.

Jiang Chengxue gently secured the cat’s head and bent over.

The distance suddenly closed, the overwhelming presence of his breath rushed at Wen Changling’s senses, causing her to step back slightly.

“How long has it been stuck?”

His gaze was indifferent as his thumb and forefinger reached behind the canine teeth, forcing its mouth to open. He took a flashlight with his right hand and used the light to examine the position of the lodged object.

Wen Changling answered truthfully, “I don’t know how long; I just discovered it half an hour ago.”

“Did it eat normally at noon?”

She nodded.

Jiang Chengxue looked up, his eyelashes long and as dark as his hair color, “Has it been vaccinated?”

“Yes.”

Jiang Chengxue put down the flashlight, “There’s a bone stuck deep inside.”

He went to get some tools and adjusted the lighting.

Huahua was cooperative, not moving or crying out, so there was no need for anesthesia.

“Hold down its tongue for me.”

Wen Changling did as instructed, taking the instrument to hold down the cat’s tongue.

Jiang Chengxue submerged the round-headed medical tweezers in disinfectant liquid briefly, took them out, wiped them clean, and with one hand steadying the cat’s head, slid the tweezers into its throat. His wrist bone inadvertently brushed against Wen Changling’s sleeve.

Wen Changling glanced at the red mark on his hand.

After several attempts, he couldn’t get it out with the tweezers.

Jiang Chengxue switched to an instrument Wen Changling did not recognize and inserted it back into the cat’s throat. It was like scissors, and he explained, “The bone is too big, it has to be broken up first.”

He broke the bone up and switched to another instrument to extract a piece of sharp-edged bone from the cat’s throat, placing it on a tray. He then adjusted the angle of the light a bit and removed two more pieces.

There were three pieces of bone in total, which together formed a large duck bone.

Huahua was always greedy; it’s no wonder it had choked on such a big bone.

“All done,” Jiang Chengxue laid down the medical instrument, “give it some anti-inflammatory medication when you get back.”

Commonly used medications were stored in a cabinet behind the treatment room, and he took out a box, placing it on the table.

“Meow.”

The meow from Huahua was a bit stronger than before.

Jiang Chengxue stroked its head softly, praising, “Good cat.”

Wen Changling put the cat back into the carrier and secured the medication, “How much do I owe you?”

“Sixty.”

Wen Changling scanned a code to pay, “Thank you.”

She left with the cat.

Jiang Chengxue stepped out of the treatment room one step behind, leaning against the door frame, watching the beauty’s receding back.

The shoulder blades were quite lovely.

He wanted to make them into a specimen.

He took a pair of nail clippers specifically for cats from the cabinet in the lobby, went upstairs, opened the door to a room, turned on the light, and sat down on the sofa.

“Come here.”

His voice was soft and gentle.

Like the Devil whispering.

The woman lying naked on the carpet crawled over, knelt at his feet, and looked up.

Jiang Chengxue tenderly took the woman’s hand and began to trim her nails with the pink feline nail clippers.

The woman instinctively flinched, fear and deep fascination in her eyes.

“Don’t move,” Jiang Chengxue coaxed, “you’ll bleed.”

The woman was obedient, perfectly still.

She adored the man before her, even though he only treated her like a plaything.

Jiang Chengxue patted her head as if bestowing a favor, “Good girl.”

The cat nail clippers were not suitable for human use; the sound made during cutting was painfully sharp.

One moment he praised her gently, and the next, like a deity descending into hell, he became a heart-piercing devil, “You no longer need to come here.”

The woman, with tearful eyes, asked humbly, “Did I do something wrong?”

The light shone on the woman, her delicate skin covered with countless scars.

“You scratched me,” he said with a smile, scolding her, “not very good.”

The clash of sharp metal made a grating noise.

As her nails were clipped, a piece of flesh came with them, blood slowly dripping onto the patterned tile.

The man toyed with that now imperfect finger, as if he were examining a damaged piece of art; he sighed and smeared the blood on the red mark on his arm.

Ah.

She had seen it.