With a crack, a blue-white streak of lightning suddenly appeared in the night sky, resembling a ferocious centipede, followed by the onslaught of raindrops the size of beans.
"Please, Doctor, save my dog!" the homeless man knelt at the entrance of the clinic, weeping and wailing with all his might, pleading, and to keep the dog from getting wet by the rain and to prevent infection in its wounds, he took off his only piece of clothing, draped it over the dog, and continued begging.
The stray dog whimpered, licking the bandage wrapped around its wound, then licked its master's hand, bit his pants, and struggled to stand up, to drag his master away from this place, but it was too weak, even breathing was excruciatingly difficult.
"Come on, I'll take you to another one," the homeless man, seeing the doctor wouldn't open the door, felt completely hopeless, "You have to hang on, you'll be better soon, and then we'll go find food together."
