I’m Not Going to Be Bullied By a Girl

He said she would also head out after dinner, but his sister was always busy so it didnt seem strange to him.

How does that not seem strange? Why would you head out at night when you know there are hoodlums out there who want to get revenge? Whats she doing late at night and why is her mood getting worse?

I was puzzled and wanted to ask the class leader directly, but thought she wouldnt tell me.

It began to drizzle on Tuesday night.

A small light shower of rain.

I opened the window and enjoyed the moist air I havent felt for a while, then I heard our home phone ring.

“Hello.” The caller ID was familiar, but I couldnt remember who it was.

“Is it Ye Lin? Its Xiao Ding from the pet hospital.” I suddenly remembered after he introduced himself. I cant let him find out Ive been playing LOL recently or hes going to cut off our relationship.

I looked at the caller ID and Xiao Ding was calling from the hospitals phone.

“Its already past 7, are you working overtime?”

“Yeah, its only me and Dr. Zhao here, so its normal to work overtime…” Xiao Ding paused for a bit, “Ye Lin, if its convenient for you, come over right now. Shu Sha isnt in a good state right now.”

Huh, the class leader is at the pet hospital? What does Xiao Ding mean when he said she isnt in a good state? Is she sick? But even if shes sick, why is a veterinarian telling me that?

Xiao Ding had work at hand, so he hung up after telling me. I didnt have anything to do at the moment, so I grabbed an umbrella and walked downstairs.

It wasnt easy to hitch a cab in the rain. It wasnt far, so I decided to close the umbrella and run to the pet hospital.

My shoulders and hair was soaked as I pushed open the glass door to the pet hospital. I saw the class leader leaning against an IV stand, carrying a furry black object with red eyes.

It turns out the sick dog that the class leader was taking care of finally couldnt refuse the beckoning of death and ended its journey in this world.

The class leader must have come out late at night to take care of the little black dog. But even if you were meticulous in taking care of the dog, there are some lives you still cant save and I understood.

As I walked in, Xiao Ding and Dr. Zhao, who were standing behind the class leader, both sent meaningful glances at me.

“Neither of us could say anything.” Dr. Zhao stuck one hand into his gown and said, “Its been an hour since he stopped breathing, but Shu Sha wont let us touch the corpse. I feel bad I couldnt cure his illness, but its summer right now, and we cant keep a bacteria-laden corpse here.”

As far as I know, according to the laws preventing animal diseases, stray dogs kept by pet hospitals that die from sickness have to be sent to the citys incinerators to be cremated. The pet hospitals that have agreements with medical schools will send the corpses there for research.

I felt it wasnt unreasonable to have the little black dog cremated. Right now land is really expensive in China, even dead people cant get buried, so why would a dog get to be buried?

But I could understand why the class leader was crying without regards for others.

Although the little black dog wasnt the class leaders dog, she still took care of it like it was her dog.

It might have been a frail stray mutt, but the class leader didnt despise it. Every time the dog was critically ill, the class leader would put the dog when it was getting an IV drip and use love to encourage the dog.

But the little black dogs life finally came to an end. It was inevitable since medical skills arent omnipotent, no matter how much effort you give, the end will still come.

I felt empathetic when I saw the class leader shriveled up behind the IV stand.

Its different than turtles and goldfish. Its much more of a shock to their owners when cats or dogs die.

Especially if it was the first time.

Shu Sha, who was wailing over a dead puppy, laid bare her frail self in front of me. Someone who was as clean as her even used her dust covered hand to wipe her eyes.

“Class leader.” I walked behind her and spoke carefully, “Everyone tried their best, but the little black dog wont come back to life. Lets let Dr. Zhao take care of the proceeding matters, okay?”

The class leader slightly turned her head and looked at me with her red eyes. She opened her mouth like she wanted to say something, but tears began pouring out her eyes again.

“Dont cry.” I persuaded, “I have experience dealing with this. You can have a chat with me and maybe feel a bit better.”