The orange tabby's mouth and tongue were in a lot of pain. The large ulcer made it such that it could only leave its mouth open to use the cool air to reduce the burning pain on its tongue and in its mouth. It was continuously salivating.
It was twisting its body around in Zhang Zian's hands, struggling to get free and revealing its tiger teeth in a threatening manner. Zhang Zian was prepared. How could he let it escape from his hands?
"What is it? It isn't some big illness, right?" Wen Li asked worriedly. Even if Zhang Zian was a professional, she felt that he would hurt it by pressing too hard.
Zhang Zian put it down, his expression serious, and said, "The situation is not good. This cat needs to be quarantined and quickly sent to the veterinarian, otherwise it could spread it to the other stray cats."
"Ah? Ah?" Wen Li did not think that the situation was so serious and was so shocked that she did not know what to say.
