Infinite Stream: Fox Cub's Black Cat Gachapon Game

The heavy rain has not stopped yet, bringing with it waves of chilly cold.

There were not many monsters on the street to begin with, and since it was the entrance, the only ones left were the ones who were "expelled from their homes" and had nothing better to do but wander around everywhere, and they didn't know if they would discover this little ball.

An oil-paper umbrella was propped on the shrunken furry ball's head.

The little guy's hair was mixed with rain and blood and was messed up into a ball. At first glance, he looked barely the size of an adult's two fists.

Even though he was young and experienced, he couldn't tell what species it was at first glance.

The forced, slow artificial ascent began somewhat suddenly.

The gray ball first stared at its little paws that had left the ground in a daze for two seconds.

Then, perhaps realizing that it had been caught by a passing two-legged beast, it struggled and swayed its body slightly.

But probably because he pulled the wound, he stopped moving quickly after a few seconds.

At this time, the little gray ball was obviously a little scared of being held in the hands of a human, and his body was shaking slightly.

But even though it was grabbed by the scruff of the neck by a human who was dozens of times bigger than it, it did not panic and whimper as it swallowed the little pearl.

On the contrary, it opened its clear and clean pale golden eyes, which were typical of young cubs, and quietly observed Sui Buzhi's every move.

I don't know what will happen if I make the slightest suspicious move.

The little gray ball would try its best to bite or scratch him, and then take the opportunity to run away.

Wounds on furry animals are less visible.

The only way he could tell that the little gray ball was injured was from the slow limping speed it moved when it tried to escape, as well as the bloodstains on its body.

But due to its dirty fur, it was difficult to determine where the wound was, let alone check how serious the injury was.

It is not uncommon for monster cubs to be unable to communicate normally with humans, and some will even become extremely aggressive towards other species when they are young.

Judging from its physique, it doesn't look very old.

Sui Buzhi frowned, feeling that the situation was somewhat tricky.

It’s not that I’m afraid of being hit by a little gray ball.

Instead, he was worried that this little gray ball might be unreasonable, not understand what he was saying, and might move and struggle while he was checking his injuries, which might tear the wound.

It will be difficult to deal with it then. What if it leaves any sequelae at such a young age?

He might be accused of "abusing young monsters" by the monsters who dislike him, and be driven out of the inner area and separated from his beloved orange cat.

Sui Buzhi decided not to part its fur to look for the wound.

Let’s first try to see if this gray ball can cooperate.

Alas, no wonder the doctor-patient relationship is so tense outside nowadays. There are so many things to consider.

Under the defensive and nervous gaze of the little golden eyes, Sui Buzhi cleared his throat.

Then he whispered in a voice that he thought could soothe the little animal:

"puppy?"

Cubs are just cubs, they don’t have any smarts. Even if they do have smarts, they are only smart for a limited time. Once they are “in arrears”, it is difficult to “recharge” them.

This point is vividly reflected in the little gray ball.

Sui Buzhi just suddenly said something, and the little gray ball, who was originally on high alert, tilted his head, removed his guarded eyes, stretched his neck and looked around.

Apart from the rain, the streets were empty and deserted.

The little gray ball looked back at Sui Buzhi with a question mark on his face.

Sui Buzhi saw its series of actions.

Then they all attributed it to slow reaction, not seeming very smart, and probably not being able to communicate well.

But since it didn't make any attacking moves, Sui Buzhi decided to bark a few more times to give it a try.

"Puppy...puppy?"

The little gray ball looked around again as he did just now.

Then, looking at the Taoist priest in green who had been looking at him, he suddenly understood something.

He changed his previous calm and composed look like a "little adult" and revealed a small and mature face for a monster cub...

Some small, round canine teeth.

Then he raised his other super short front paw, which was not stained with blood, and waved it wildly in the air.

By the way, it was accompanied by a very non-threatening cute cry.

“…Ohhhhhhh!”

No matter how hard it tried, it couldn't touch the old man at all.

Just like a kindergarten kid who wants to fight a college student.

With a red face, he gathered all his strength and attacked with all his might, but then a finger pressed his forehead and he was left standing in vain.

I don't know if the little dog really didn't think it through and just called "puppy" a few times, why did this "puppy" get angry.

It was kind of funny to see the short-legged little ball trying in vain to scratch people.

But halfway through laughing, he forced himself to hold it back.

The man who was originally at ease suddenly became a little panicked.

Because from his perspective he could clearly see fresh red blood oozing out from the little gray ball's fur.

It was covering the little body, which was already covered in blood.

It was obvious that the movement of its claws had injured the wound, which had not yet healed.

Worried that after all this, Little Gray Dumpling might not hit the person who called it puppy, but instead make itself bleed too much, Sui Buzhi hurriedly tried to make up for it:

"...Little guy, calm down! Don't be angry, anger is harmful to your health...I was wrong, I shouldn't have called you 'puppy'...Calm down..."

After he finished a long string of words about calming down, cultivating one's character, and living a long life, the little gray ball indeed stopped stretching out its claws towards him.

Thinking that his persuasion had worked, the thirsty old man did not take a closer look.

This little thing was not convinced by his amazing literary talent.

But she fainted when he was about to say something.

“Oops.”

Sui Buzhi has been with Wenren Yian for two or three years. Ever since they confirmed their relationship, Sui Buzhi packed up all his belongings and brought them to Wenren Yian's residence in the inner district with a smug look on his face.

After all, he couldn't let Wenren Yian, a monster, move into the Taoist temple and live with him.

Now I hang out with the monsters of similar age here and we are on good terms with them, and we can be considered half-indigenous people.

Knowing the layout of the street well, he walked quickly in the rain and in a few minutes he stood in front of a shop with a sign selling herbal medicine.

He opened the door and walked straight towards the man behind the counter.

Monsters have much better physical constitutions than ordinary humans, and they rarely get sick.

However, when a disease occurs, in addition to checking the symptoms of the animal state, it is also necessary to see if there is any problem with the human form.

This is a high requirement for a monster doctor.

The man in front of the counter was wearing a brown jacket with a big message "Natural Medicinal Materials Must Be Useful" printed on it, and was flipping through a book called "Western Religion and the Development of Medicine" with his left hand.

In his right hand was a rolled-up book called "The Uses of Ten Thousand Herbs".

In front of him was a two-volume set of "Essential Rules for Becoming a Good Veterinarian."

The diligent and studious goat-spirit doctor holds a piece of fresh green grass in the corner of his mouth and is enriching his life with exquisite medical knowledge.

His obsession with knowledge made him completely ignore the sound of Sui Buzhi pushing the door open.

Touching the non-existent beard, the goat-evil doctor seemed to have seen some magical prescription. He suddenly slapped the table, his eyes shining, and muttered to himself:

"Wonderful... Really wonderful... After taking this medicine, even if you are very active, you will have to stay in bed for ten days or half a month..."

Sui Buzhi, who had just stopped in front of the counter, happened to hear these words.

He hesitated whether to leave the shop, and then looked carefully at the sign on the door to see if it was "Medical Clinic" or "Poison Clinic".

"Then add these two strong medicinal herbs... hehe... guaranteed..."

"Guaranteed death?"

“I guarantee you’ll die… eh?”

Finally realizing that there were other people in the store, the goat-spirited doctor realized that he had said the wrong thing and paused. Instead of looking up, he tried to roll his eyes up.

A large area of ​​the whites of his eyes were exposed, and he wanted to take a look at who was coming.

As a result, because the distance was close and the person was so tall, I couldn't see the person's face even though my eyes were dead.

The goat-like doctor who failed to peek could only smile and look up:

"You heard it wrong... It's Baohuo, Baohuo... Mr. Sui?"

This is a medical clinic, and the words "guaranteed death" cannot be said, especially since he is a doctor himself. If the news gets out, it will ruin his reputation.

I originally thought it was just some little monster playing tricks on me, but I never expected it was the person next to me.

The goat-spirited doctor's face turned red and white.

"...Mr. Sui, please don't tell Master Wenren that he has strictly forbidden this. I didn't use it to harm people or monsters! It's just a little hobby of mine..."

He was so old that he was carrying a wounded man, so why would he care who died?

Ignoring the goat demon's almost tearful explanation and defence, he placed the dusty, dirty ball on the counter.

"Stop, look at the injury on this little thing."

"Who who likes pharmacology doesn't play with poisons, right? Ah, okay..."

Thinking that Sui had brought some restless and lost monster cub with him, the goat demon didn't take it seriously at all.

Although he responded, he was still racking his brains to defend himself.

The actions of examining and talking to the little gray ball were carried out at the same time.

He had just uttered one syllable of "I really haven't done anything bad" when he was pushed back into his stomach by "Fuck you, you beast" the next second.

"Ok?"

I don’t know that I am not a professional doctor.

He just roughly thought that the little gray ball was not seriously injured because he saw it rolling out next to the trash can and it was still energetic when it was held by the scruff of the neck and confronted him.

But now looking at the goat demon's startled expression, it seems that the little guy's injury is not what he thought.

The goat spirit, who also thought it was a minor injury and was not prepared, immediately let go of the hand holding the little gray ball, opened the drawer, took out a pair of sterile gloves and put them on his hands.

The goat spirit, who had entered working mode, no longer joked around like he had just done. He stood diagonally behind with a serious face, out of sight of Sui Buzhi.

"here."

The goat demon pointed at the bloodiest spot on the unconscious little gray ball's chest.

I didn't know which direction to follow and didn't see anything.

"What's wrong with this position?"

Exhaling heavily, the goat spirit gently pressed a piece of fluff with his fingers, and then bent his fingertips down.

The piece of fur that should have been tightly attached to the little gray ball was slightly turned open.

The goat demon stopped and drew a circle on its chest.

"The front part of it has been peeled off."