The tragic life of Breeder C

After I graduated from veterinary medicine school, I entered the Pinghai Zoo as an intern.

I was a relatively indifferent person. I never thought about a career in a zoo. I just wanted to work hard and spend every day in peace.

But things never go as expected. That day, I was doing a health check on the animals in the park. Suddenly someone rushed over and pulled me to save someone! I was dragged to the scene of the crime.

There was a circle of people there, and when they saw me with a medicine box, they hurriedly made way for me. I walked into the crowd and saw the man in need.

He sat against a wall, sweat on his forehead, his eyes closed, seeming to endure pain. His chest cavity was going up and down, like he tried to regulate breathing, and his legs were wet with blood, but they were not broken. I could not see where they were hurt.

“Where are you hurt?” I asked him while I held the medicine chest. I’m just a veterinarian who couldn’t cure humans, at most I would give first aid.

“Leg.” He answered me. His voice was dark and thick.

Nonsense, could I not know it was legs? He closed his eyes and ignored me.

I looked at the leg with blood, and carefully reached out with my hand.

“Here?” My hand rested on his calf.

“Above.”

I moved up.

“Here?” It was already over the knee.

“Up.” He was impatient.

Shouldn’t I be the impatient one? Would normal people say “up” and “up”? Normal person would just tell me where the injury was!

It was him who was in pain and I was not in a hurry.

“Here?” My hand rested on his thigh.

“Up …” He was short of breath, and a little bit impatient.

“The injury was on his legs. Why was he having difficulty breathing?”

I thought his crotch was injured and that must be the leg he mentioned.

No wonder he was squirming. My hand trembled slightly. I practiced medicine for half a year, yet I encountered difficulty for the first time.

As I repeated in my heart , “The virtue of a healer, is to treat all people the same.”, I tremblingly stretched my hand over the indescribable part. The body under the palm shuddered, and the crowd behind him took a breath.

It must really hurt.

Before I took out the scissors to cut the fabric to deal with the wound, my wrist was tightly grasped by the warm palm.

“What do you want to do?” The sound with clenched teeth fell.

I looked up. He finally opened his eyes and looked at me with a dull expression.

“I want to treat your wound. I’m a doctor. There’s nothing embarrassing.” I pretended to calm him and relieve him.

He looked at me abnormally for a while, and finally sighed. He held my wrist and slowly moved to the left, stopped at the left hip, “The injury is here. It is okay there.”

What?

What about the crotch!

My bland internship had never been peaceful again. Afterwards, he explained to me about the problem of his leg. After he explained it, he did not forget to ask me, ” Is my leg not long!

I couldn’t ask which leg he talked about!

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