Although the dachshund was bitten by Yang Xiaoya, ultimately, it was my own fault for using it as a shield. It wouldn't have been bitten if not for that.
I consider the injury it suffered as my own fault, and I can't bear to see it die like this.
"You're going to save it?" Wang Xinying said a bit surprised.
"Don't forget, I am a doctor. It's just a superficial wound, nothing challenging for me," Yin Xiaofan said confidently. "Besides, this dog was injured because of me; it's my responsibility to heal it."
Yin Xiaofan gently stroked the dachshund's head, his eyes filled with self-reproach. He hadn't expected Yang Xiaoya to bite so fiercely, making the dachshund a scapegoat. It really was hard on it.
"Are you really sure you can cure our pet?" Yang Xiaoya asked, looking at Yin Xiaofan skeptically.
"If I can't even handle such a minor injury, how can I treat Yingying?" Yin Xiaofan said with a bitter smile, not expecting his medical skills to be doubted.