On a rainy night, she rescued a "wild dog" from a beast cage.
He was dirty, violent, and had scars all over his body. He was even more miserable than the broken piece of garbage left in the corner of the alley.
As a pet doctor, you can't just ignore a patient's death.
She bought him back by force, treated his injuries, fed him, and even tolerated him holding broken glass against her throat in the middle of the night——
Until the night he disappeared, she cried and wet the pillow: "The little wild dog has no conscience!"
Three years later at the auction, a mysterious upstart bought a treasure at a sky-high price, but stuffed it into her arms in public:
"Sister, are you qualified to be your guard dog now?"
