"Is the cat injured?"
Lan Xu nodded her head.
The man understood, stared at the cat in her arms for a moment, and then expressed some discomfort in a sympathetic tone.
"Such a small cat, how did it get such a severe injury."
As he spoke, the man took out a notebook and a pen, and then gently said.
"Leave your contact information and name first, we will examine this cat immediately, and after the examination, we can decide the treatment method."
Lan Xu nodded again, and the man asked her.
"You can tell me your name and mobile number now."
Upon hearing his request, Lan Xu found herself in a slight dilemma.
She wanted to use sign language with him, but feared he wouldn't understand.
Just as she was about to take the paper and pen from his hand to write down her name and number, a look of surprise flashed in the young man's eyes.
"You can't speak?"
The sudden question caught Lan Xu off guard, but she nodded in response.
