Caiyun was still unconscious, but her chest rose and fell evenly. Her vital signs had clearly stabilized.
"Mrrow..."
Ta Xue pressed its front paws against the glass, its nose close, letting out a low call.
Yang Qi crouched down and rubbed its head.
"Don't worry, your mother is okay. The people in white coats will take good care of her, and she'll recover soon."
Ta Xue turned its head and nudged the back of Yang Qi's hand with its damp nose, its eyes full of reliance and gratitude.
Not far away, Cheng Xiaoou, Jiang Kai, Mei Ying, and Huang Zhongmu, who had rushed over after hearing the news, watched the interaction between Yang Qi and Ta Xue from a distance.
"It's so remarkably human."
Cheng Xiaoou sighed softly. "Ta Xue was frightened itself, but it's still worried about its mother. Such a good child. Xiao Yang is amazing."
"The trust between Xiao Yang and the animals wasn't built overnight."
