Duoduo lay on the ground, the festering wounds on her body unmistakably visible, even the bandaged knife wound on her belly showed faint traces of blood.
The room was not very warm, as it was adjacent to the air-conditioned area and only had walls about one meter high. Yet, while she lay on the cold ground, her breathing was exceptionally loud.
Song Tan fell silent.
"The information in your application..."
She wanted to say that she didn't remember it at all, but before the words came out, she thought of the other dogs she had also forgotten about—because she had not really looked at them with care.
She had hastily checked several older dogs that were in reasonably good health and then came here directly.
But at this moment, seeing Duoduo's condition, it was very difficult for her to just turn around and leave.
After thinking it over, she still decided to give it a try, "Why is Duoduo unwilling to receive treatment?"
