The other night, my best friend asked me to go out for a snack, when she saw a dog lying next to the slag pile at the door, and asked what happened to the dog in the neighborhood. He said that the dog had been bitten by a big dog for over an hour, that it was a drifting dog, that no one controlled it, that the dog was a Teddy with blood on its neck and that there was a drop on the ground. I quickly asked the owner of the next store for the box, to pick it up and send it to the pet clinic, but it bites and tries to put the dog in the box several times.
It's been over 11 o'clock, not opening a pet clinic, so I'm taking my dog home, buying Yunnan white medicine at the pharmacy. I came home in a hurry to call my best friend, who said that I was stupid, that the dog died in the house, that I couldn't take care of. The dog was still lying there after the medicine. I barely looked at the food. I stayed by the dog all night.