Alien Zoo, Veterinary Station.
The air was filled with the smell of monkey musk and disinfectant.
Song He and Xiang Xiaotong sprinted down the empty corridor and hurried to the operating room. Just as they arrived, the doors opened, and the veterinarians wheeled out a small hospital bed.
Durian lay dejectedly on the operating table, its head wrapped in a large gauze hood, its gaze dazed.
One tremendous slap had inflicted immense physical and psychological trauma. It was probably questioning its entire existence as an orangutan.
Zhao Yiyi crouched by the door, anxiously waiting. The moment she saw the surgery was over, she jumped up and hurriedly asked about its condition.
"It's nothing serious. Its scalp was torn open, so we disinfected, cleaned, and stitched the wound, then gave it a little painkiller. It just needs to rest," the doctor said. "But you have to keep an eye on it. The painkiller will wear off soon, and it may get a headache. Don't let it pull at the gauze with its claws. If it tears open the stitched wound, that'll be troublesome."
Zhao Yiyi thanked the doctor repeatedly. Durian stretched out a paw toward her from the hospital bed, its eyes full of grievance. Zhao Yiyi quickly took its orangutan paw and held it, comforting it like a mother soothing a child.
"Did you do a brain scan?" Xiang Xiaotong stepped forward and asked. "It doesn't have a concussion, does it?"
"There's a tiny one, very mild. It's nothing to worry about," the doctor said.
Xiang Xiaotong nodded her thanks. The doctors hurried away, having finished their shifts.
Only three people and one injured Red-haired Gorilla remained in the corridor.
Durian gestured that it wanted a hug, so Zhao Yiyi gently cradled it in her arms, sat down on a