Saving Xiao Huang
On Sunday morning at 7:50, L sent me a WeChat message, “X, please find someone to collect Xiao Huang’s body. Xiao Huang is covered in blood. He must have been bitten to death by other dogs.” I was stunned for a long time, just like Maggie Cheung laughing on stage. I always felt that this was not true. So I found a relatively large foam box and moved very slowly with the box. The slower I walked, the later I saw Xiao Huang. Xiao Huang was fine.
I walked to him in a self-deceiving way. Xiao Huang was lying on his side in the grass. There was no blood on his body. I lifted up Xiao Huang’s front legs and saw a clump of donated blood on his abdomen. As soon as I put down his legs, I saw seven or eight flies around Xiao Huang. I used the foam box cover to fan the flies. Unexpectedly, Xiao Huang’s abdomen rose and fell. I looked at him and saw that he was still alive. Then I blew the whistle that I used every time to call Xiao Huang to eat. Xiao Huang half opened his eyes. I knew he felt me coming, but he was just too weak. L searched for the nearest pet hospital on Gaode Maps and called them. They said they could do surgery. I went back to the room. They found two A4 paper boxes and handed them to me. I first placed Xiao Huang on the soft foam box, then took apart half of the box and put Xiao Huang in it, made a simple stretcher, took off a set of protective clothing and covered it on it, just like Jackie Chan comforting Nicholas Tse in “Police Story”, and then carried it into the trunk of the Mitsubishi car. The moment it was put in, it hit some debris. Then I captured the scene that has lingered in my mind until now. Xiao Huang quickly raised his head and looked at me, as if he was awakened by a whistle as usual, and then leaned down, closing his eyes as before, with his chest heaving.
I was afraid that Xiao Huang would be lonely, so I lay on my side in the trunk with my arm around Xiao Huang. Time seemed to have stopped. It was ten kilometers to the hospital. Maybe I didn’t stand straight and the air was bad along the way, so I almost vomited. Xiao Huang closed his eyes and struggled to rise and fall. I stroked his head to cheer him up. I arrived at the pet hospital in anxiety, but the door couldn’t be opened. A passerby just talked to me but didn’t help to open the door. I was so angry that I wanted to curse. After waiting for a long time, someone inside opened the door and let me in. I said that I had just called and the hospital said to put it on the table in the examination room behind the cashier. The doctor took a few glances and said to go upstairs. Let’s take a film, and then carry him upstairs. After taking the film, I saw that Xiao Huang’s chest had been torn apart in the X-ray film. The bloody part had affected the lungs and formed a pneumothorax. Then I was told that Xiao Huang needed anesthesia for surgery, which cost about 1,000 yuan, nutrient solution for 300 yuan a day, and at least 3,000 yuan for the later fracture nails. The probability of saving him was 10%. This is a stray dog. Can you accept it? I hesitated for a moment and thought that even if I became rich for 1 million yuan in the future, I couldn’t save it. I regretted the 10% before, so it was 10%. Xiao Huang and I should not have ended our fate. To be honest, I felt sorry for the money. Just after
saying this, Xiao Huang started shaking in the X-ray room. The doctor said that he needed oxygen and took Xiao Huang to the inner room. I took the last picture of Xiao Huang that I saw. Just one minute after he started breathing oxygen, the doctor saw Xiao Huang gasping for air and quickly arranged for someone to go to the operating room for emergency treatment. It should be that the alveoli were broken. It was so distressing.
Xiao Huang was sent to the emergency room. I sat down and recalled every detail of Xiao Huang. I sent WeChat messages to my roommate and my colleague W. W was the owner I had always wanted to persuade to adopt him, but W’s family member was pregnant. Later, I had always wanted to find a good home for Xiao Huang, but I didn’t expect that Xiao Huang would not live to see that day. During the one and a half hour rescue, I was still impressed by Xiao Huang’s strong will to survive and was still fantasizing about taking him back to Beijing in the future. After one hour and 40 minutes, the doctor pushed the door open and whispered that he was dead. I asked if I was sure his heart had stopped beating. The doctor said that Xiao Huang needed to have his chest sutured like a “cross”. The first step was to sew the left half horizontally. At this time, Xiao Huang was fine and his heartbeat was very strong. Then he turned over and sewed the other half horizontally. , Xiao Huang’s heartbeat stopped. I have read “Bo Shining’s Medical Lectures” and “Xiehe Doctor’s Handbook”, and I know that it is useless to be loyal at this time. I can only keep saying, “Please clean Xiao Huang more.” The doctor went in. After a while, he showed me the video in his hand. I saw a bloody hole, and I could see Xiao Huang’s throbbing heart through the hole. I was in no mood to watch it, but just asked them to clean Xiao Huang more. The doctor wrapped Xiao Huang’s outline with a surgical gown. W called when I was carrying Xiao Huang downstairs. I told him the news that Xiao Huang was gone. I cried at the time, and then went downstairs. When I checked out, I took two boxes of canned food that Xiao Huang had never eaten before. I saw the compassion in the doctor’s eyes. He might have seen the reluctance, or maybe regret.
I sat in the back seat of the cab with Xiao Trumpet. I wanted to sit in the co-pilot, but I knew I would cry. My wife called to ask about the situation. After I told her the news that Xiao Huang was gone, we both cried. My wife transferred 450 to me, indicating that half of it was gone. We saw each other several times. I sent a WeChat message to my roommate saying “Xiao Huang is gone, I am taking him home now”. After I got back, I found that I had sent a WeChat message to my roommate saying “Should I wait for you to come back or find a place to bury him this afternoon?” “No need to wait for me, I will go see him after I get back”. After talking to my wife, she asked me why I didn’t take him back to Beijing? Xiao Huang lost his life here, how lonely it would be to be buried here. This woke me up, and I decided to take him back. It happened that there was a car to return to Beijing the next day.
I called Mr. Z, who happened to be returning the next day, and said, “You brought Xiao Huang with you in a box, so you can take Xiao Huang home. I have already told Mr. H where to buy it. This is the chicken breast in Xiao Huang’s lunch box. It was frozen and bought together. This is canned food. These are two photos of the Argo full bicycle. Put them together and bury them.”
Goodbye, Xiao Huang!
Goodbye, Xiao Huang, Xiao Huang is already a pile of soil.
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