Wan Qian gestured for Granny Zhang to open her mouth.

However, Granny Zhang stared at the piece of chicken and desperately leaned her body backward, trying to put distance between herself and it.

But behind her, Wan Qian had propped up a thick stack of pillows—no matter how far she leaned back, she couldn't get away.

Wan Qian looked at Granny Zhang, who still refused to open her mouth, and felt a bit puzzled.

Could it be that the food didn't taste good? No, it clearly smelled delicious.

Unable to escape Wan Qian, Grandma Zhang could only shift her gaze toward the window. It seemed like there was something outside that could save her.

Wan Qian followed Granny Zhang's gaze and looked at the window, only then noticing it was half open. A slight chill drifted in with the wind from outside.

Seeing Granny Zhang's shoulders trembling non-stop, Wan Qian immediately understood. The window wasn't closed — Granny Zhang felt cold and wanted her to shut it.

Wan Qian smiled understandingly, put down the bowl and chopsticks in her hands, and got up to close the window.

As she shut the window, Wan Qian faintly heard a cat's meow coming from outside.

She looked carefully but the night outside was pitch-dark — there was no sign of any cat. Maybe she had just heard wrong.

Wan Qian closed the window and even slid the latch into place from the inside. Finally, she didn't forget to draw the curtain shut.

After finishing all this, she returned to Granny Zhang's bedside and sat back down on the stool.

"Alright, Granny, let's eat."

Wan Qian once again lifted the bowl, picked up a piece of meat with her chopsticks, and brought it to Granny Zhang's mouth.

Granny Zhang stubbornly refused to open her mouth.

Wan Qian held it there for a long time, her hand growing sore, and finally couldn't help frowning.

"Granny, you're already so old — skipping dinner is not good for your health."

Granny Zhang kept her lips tightly closed, staring at the food in the bowl with eyes full of fear.

But beyond that fear, her expression also instinctively revealed a longing for the food.

After all, she was really so hungry... so hungry...

Facing this stubborn old woman, Wan Qian really had no other way. When the deadlock dragged on, she could only sigh, putting down the bowl and chopsticks.

"Fine, Granny, if you don't want to eat, then don't."

Granny Zhang finally let out a breath of relief.

At that moment, no one expected Wan Qian to suddenly raise her hand like lightning and, in an instant, stuff a piece of meat into Granny Zhang's mouth.

The delicious flavor instantly spread in her mouth, the tender meat making Granny Zhang instinctively chew and even suck all the juices dry.

Wan Qian finally showed a satisfied smile. To deal with an elderly person who was both stubborn and strong-willed, really required this method.

"Granny, see? I told you it's tasty, didn't I? You're just too stubborn — even if you're angry with me, you shouldn't use your own body to be stubborn too!"

As she spoke, Wan Qian picked up another piece of meat with her chopsticks and brought it to Granny Zhang's mouth.

This time Granny Zhang didn't resist — the deep hunger in her soul made her open her mouth.

Her eyes, dry like a dead well, stared unblinking at the piece of meat in Wan Qian's chopsticks, full of longing and greed.

She desperately hoped Wan Qian would push that piece of meat into her mouth.

And Wan Qian didn't disappoint her. She fed the meat into Granny Zhang's mouth and gently comforted her:

"Granny, eat slowly. I brought plenty — there's definitely enough."

While Wan Qian devotedly took care of Granny Zhang, she didn't know that, in a corner of the clinic, Doctor Jiang — whom she hadn't seen all evening — was confronting a cat whose fur had fallen off entirely.

That cat's fur had all been scalded off by boiling water, revealing raw red flesh beneath.

Perhaps because of the weather, the flesh now bred many white eggs, and the outlines of fat maggots could be vaguely seen.

Only a tuft of black fur at the tip of its tail proved that it really was a black cat.

The cat crouched low to the ground, its back arched high, and its sharp claws extended from between its toes.

A pair of golden vertical pupils stared fixedly at the man opposite it. It was fully prepared to attack.

Yet facing it, Doctor Jiang — dressed in a spotless white coat with his hands in his pockets — appeared completely relaxed.

"Hmm... you want to take Grandma Zhang away? But I'm afraid that's not possible—she's already my patient."

Doctor Jiang's tone was calm and unhurried, the gold-rimmed glasses on his nose adding to his refined yet sinister look.

Behind the lenses, his eyes fixed on the almost half-rotten cat, and the corner of his mouth curved into a faint smile.

The cat let out a sharp yowl: "Meow! Meow!"

Doctor Jiang seemed to understand what it was saying: "Yes, of course I know — your body is the best match for Granny Zhang. But that body has turned out like this now — are you sure you still want...?"

The cat let out a sharp, urgent scream and suddenly lunged toward Doctor Jiang.

The usually calm and composed doctor wasn't as at ease as one might expect when faced with the charging cat.

He swiftly pulled out a scalpel from the pocket of his white coat and fought with the cat.

The scalpel flashed coldly, clashing with the black cat's sharp claws, producing a metallic clanging sound.

For a moment, neither side could get the upper hand.

Suddenly, the black cat noticed that Doctor Jiang's right arm wasn't moving smoothly—it occasionally seemed to lack strength.

Seizing the opportunity, the cat swiped its claws viciously at Doctor Jiang's right arm.

In an instant, the white coat tore open, and fresh red flesh was exposed. The black cat licked the blood off its paw.

Doctor Jiang quickly retreated backward, putting distance between himself and the cat.

He glanced at his injured arm. Damn it. If it hadn't been for that idiot investigator who dislocated his right arm this afternoon, he wouldn't be at a disadvantage against this cat now.

Doctor Jiang stared at the black cat, thinking fast about how he could negotiate with this creature.

Suddenly, the black cat in front of him began convulsing violently, rolling nonstop on the ground, exposing its belly, its whole body trembling and foaming at the mouth.

It was as if it had suddenly developed some acute illness.

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