𝐓𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐕𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐧'𝐬 𝐂𝐚𝐭

Chapter 05

The first step was completed, and the next step was to wait for the story to begin.

The little white cat was secretly calculating in his heart. In order to change Fu Xiao’s fate, the first thing he needed to do was to avoid his blackening, ah.

“Is this Little Sugar Cake? It’s a very lively long-haired lion cat. Yi, it even has a mandarin duck eye.” At this time, the person next to him chuckled and interrupted the little white cat’s thoughts.

Who is this, ah?

Su Zening turned his head, and meow meow at Fu Xiao suspiciously, his almond-shaped cat pupils were full of curiosity.

The man noticed the kitty’s small head turning between him and Fu Xiao, and couldn’t help but praise the little kitty’s humane behavior: “What a smart little kitty.” He then opened the medical box and took out a pair of milky white rubber gloves.

As soon Su Zening saw that pair of rubber gloves, he had a bad premonition. In the past, he dealt with doctors every day in the hospital, and the doctors all wore this kind of gloves. Does that mean that the man in front of him was a doctor?

Su Zening’s eyes suddenly widened, and when he noticed something was wrong, he quietly prepared to slip away from Fu Xiao’s arms.

But it was too late. Fu Xiao, who realized his intentions, held his neck with one hand and his hind paws with the other, and handed him to the man: “Doctor Wu, please help check Little Sugar Cake for me.”

Dr. Wu nodded and moved gently, preparing to hold Little Sugar Cake.

No!

He doesn’t want to go to the doctor!

Su Zening, who has been in the hospital since he was a child, has an instinctive fear of doctors. He was very grateful for the care he received from his doctors and siblings, but these gratitude can’t erase the pain caused by those treatments.

Bone marrow puncture, throat intubation, severe side effects from antibiotic drugs, he even underwent two open-heart surgeries in three months. The feeling of pain in every corner of his body was too much.

In his memories, doctor means pain, and this memory was engraved in his bones.

Su Zening hugged Fu Xiao’s hand like a drowning person hugging the remaining driftwood, and refused to let go of him in fear.

Fu Xiao thought that Little Sugar Cake was just acting like a spoiled child as before, and was about to helplessly pull the kitten’s paws from his wrist, but he found that Little Sugar Cake was shaking uncontrollably as if terrified.

Little Sugar Cake’s meow-wu meow-wu were so low and weak that they were almost unnoticeable, but listening carefully, there was a deep fear inside it.

But other than not wanting to leave him, Little Sugar Cake barely made any resistance. Even if it was so scared, its claws were still closed, and it was still the soft meat pad that was holding his wrist.

The little kitty was like saying, although I am very scared, I will try my best to cooperate with you. I don’t want to do this, but I’m really scared now, you must stay with me ah.

This docile behavior was heartbreaking.

Fu Xiao’s brows were slightly wrinkled, his eyes darkened, and he took Little Sugar Cake back into his arms, and said in a soothing voice: “It’s alright, it’s alright.” He stroked his fingers along the back of Little Sugar Cake.

Little Sugar Cake’s usual lively almond eyes now looked stunned.

But the temperature of his fingers comforted Su Zening very well.