Saint and Wolves
The Girl in Red's eyelid twitched. Who in their right mind would come to a psychiatrist like you for an appointment? Do you really think I'm mentally ill?
Based on her earlier sophistry, asking a psychiatrist to save and treat a wild wolf would mean he had to be mentally ill himself.
So before Li Bai could directly answer her question, those questions had already answered themselves.
The Girl in Red's expression instantly became strange, and her vigilance shot up.
Could this guy be the type who specializes in stirring up trouble?
Why did he give her such a faint, inexplicable sense of familiarity?
"Don't you think these wolves are pitiful?"
The Girl in Red put on a compassionate expression, crouched down in anguish, and reached out to stroke the motionless wild wolves on the ground, as if condemning Li Bai's lack of sympathy.
Her companions whipped out their phones and took pictures, trying to record the scene and later edit it into a story about a heartless butcher from Deji Village, a villager whose heart was harder than iron.
Little did they know that even more phone cameras were pointed at them from farther away.
Headman Zaxi's word was law in Deji Village. It wasn't just three or four young men secretly taking pictures—even people from the neighboring villages had taken out their phones to film the unwelcome visitors.
"Wolves bite people. They eat people, too."
Li Bai offered the warning carefully, while the Glazed Heart sensed something off.
"Wolves are an important part of nature. Humans aren't nobler than them. As long as we show them our goodwill, they'll certainly understand. They won't bite people, and they can coexist peacefully with humanity..."
Before the Girl in Red could finish, one of the dead wolves lying