In June in Jiangcheng, it rained heavily.
"Ruan Ruan, it's no longer possible. The female cat is bleeding heavily, and her blood pressure and heart rate are dropping!"
"0.1 Ml of epinephrine, intravenous injection! Hurry!"
At two o'clock in the morning, the "Yixin" Pet Hospital was brightly lit, but the atmosphere was as solemn as ice.
On the operating table, a female ragdoll cat's abdomen was open, and her vital signs were passing at an alarming speed.
Su Ruanruan knelt on the cold floor tiles. She had maintained this position for nearly three hours.
The broken hair in front of his forehead was soaked with sweat and stuck tightly to his smooth forehead. Above the mask, the pair of almond-shaped eyes that were usually curved into crescents were now burning with a flame that refused to be extinguished, and they were astonishingly focused.
She is the owner of this pet hospital and the only surgeon.
"Pliers." Her voice was not loud, but it carried an unquestionable sense of command.
Assistant Xiao Chen handed it over in a hurry.
