Ah-Zhong placed his right index finger under the cat's nose and carefully felt for its breath.
"It's too weak, it seems it won't last much longer," Ah-Zhong shook his head.
He didn't want the cat to die, but at the moment, he had no other solution.
"Lend me the first-aid spray," A said to Ah-Zhong with a cold face.
"It's not very effective..." Ah-Zhong responded softly.
"Lend it to me!" A's words grew even shorter.
At this moment, Ah-Zhong actually felt a sense of danger, not the kind that sends shivers down one's spine, but a clear awareness that his life was under threat, as if someone had a gun to his forehead.
After hesitating for one second, Ah-Zhong took out his first-aid spray.
He wasn't afraid of A; he just believed that it was unnecessary to argue at this point. If the two of them were to turn against each other over this, not to mention the cat wouldn't survive, they might lose their own lives as well.
