I went to the duty room of the doctor who treated me. He was also working today.
And I stood up after him.
How could I die? Could it be a wound infection
Then two o'clock, three o'clock and then four o'clock.
Besides Oscar, there are almost no other cats in the hospital.
I took the doctor from the outpatient clinic to the inpatient area and came to my ward.
"What's your name, little sister?" I said.
The little girl retracted her hand and took a few steps back.
The little girl on the bed opposite stood up and said, "I think I heard a cat meowing."
"Doctor, am I going to die tonight?" I said.
Until the time came to twelve o'clock little by little, and then passed twelve o'clock.
Fifteen minutes later, there was a pet hospital on the corner of the hospital.
"Is this the cat that can only predict death? I understand why you asked me what's wrong with me," the woman said.
The veterinarian smiled and said, "Does this mean we are competing for business?"
"Excuse me, did you hear the cat meow?" I said in a slightly louder voice.
Dad was silent for a moment and said: "You wait here, I will deal with some things. I will come over at dinner time and bring you food."
The doctor smiled and said: "It has been covered for seven days, and it is normal to be slightly red and blurry. It will be fine in a few days, and the eyeball must not be hurt."
The doctor smiled and said, "No need, my hospital has a morgue."
There was a moment of silence, and the doctor paid the consultation fee, picked up the fat cat Oscar, and walked out.
And when I returned to the ward, I was completely covered.
The doctor has just finished seeing a patient, and there are three more waiting behind him.
"Brother One-Eyed Dragon, what is the Death Cat?" the little girl asked as she walked over slowly, curiously planning to reach out and touch the fat cat Oscar nestled in the corner of the bed.
The doctor said it would take at least a week before the stitches could be removed and there would definitely be scarring.
I walked out of the ward, being careful with almost every step.
The doctor took a few steps forward and poked Oscar, the fat cat.
"But I saw it successfully predicted two people, one of whom was my mother." I said.
"Doctor, do you mean I'm really going to die?" I said anxiously.
I walked over and the doctor took off my gauze.
I said helplessly: "Go to the doctor and find out why you are dying tonight."
"Be careful, this is just a rumor after all." The doctor said with a smile.
The stitches were removed six days later, leaving only a small scar on the left eye.
I looked at the ceiling, my mind in confusion.
And all I can think about is am I going to die? Can't make it through tonight
The veterinarian sighed and said: "This cat was more than ten years old at least. It died a normal death. It is what you call death of old age. We have a pet funeral parlor here."
The little girl looked at me and said: "Asthma, you need to rest for a month."
"Ino." The little girl said with a smile.
At this time I looked at the fourth and last person in the room. It was a woman lying on the bed, covered with a quilt.
Before I could answer, my father walked out of the ward.
The doctor waved to me and said, "Everyone, wait a minute. Come over here and let me take a closer look."
The night was getting dark, and I couldn't sleep at all.
This made me curiously grab the gauze and want to take it off, but I remembered what the doctor said yesterday.
After a moment, the fat cat Oscar actually appeared in my field of vision, and a few of them climbed onto my bed with difficulty.
I said to the little girl at the next table: "Ino, there seems to be something outside the door. Can you open the door for me? See what's there?"
"I may be wrong, but the other four people in the ward won't be, right?" I said.
But my mind was blank at the moment, and I subconsciously stopped the little girl's hand and said, "Ino, don't touch it. It's very vicious, and it scratched my eyes."
But it didn't move.
"Take me to have a look. Those who are checking here should go to the other doctor's room to queue up first. Sorry, I made you queue in vain." The doctor said a few words to the other patients and followed me.
I touched the gauze on my left eye and got out of bed.
I put my hand down and stared at the ceiling in a daze.
But at some point, the news that the cat was pronounced dead on my bed spread throughout the hospital.
The woman nodded her head and said, "I understand, where are you going?"
At this time, Oscar, the fat cat, was still nesting on my bed.
"This cat has been in our hospital for several years. Some people like it and some hate it because of its predicted death. Handing it over to the hospital is an apology for it," the doctor said with a smile.
The little girl nodded her head and said, "Okay, Brother One-Eyed Dragon, I'll open the door right now."
I looked at the little girl again and said, "Ino, what disease do you have?"
Women and old men asked me about Oscar.
I said, "What is it?"
…
"Sorry, people can't be so superstitious. Your wound is fine, I can guarantee that." The doctor said.
I wanted to raise my head, but my father pushed me onto the pillow with my hands.
He glanced at the old man on the bed next to him, and he didn't look bad at this time. Looking at the TV on the wall, I laughed hard.
When I woke up, it was already noon, and things were over like this.
"What do you want to do? What if you fall down while walking around? Or do you want to go to your mother's hospital bed and cry to your heart's content? Can you cry with your current injury? Hold it in, are you still my son? That's all. Can't bear it anymore? Isn't it your mother... gone..." Dad said, unable to control his emotions. He turned his head and covered his face with his hands as he cried.
The doctor shouted again: "Wait a minute, I'll go with you. You don't even know if you have money, and you may not be able to hire a veterinarian."
Then he yelled at me and nestled in the corner of my sheets.
The doctor took a breath and said, "This is the first time I've seen it. It turns out the rumors are true."
"Which cat?" the doctor said in confusion, putting down the case at hand.
I gritted my teeth and realized that it was indeed the voice of Fat Cat Oscar.
I jumped in and said, "Oscar just got into my bed, and now he's still in my bed."
He said to the woman: "Auntie, this cat can scratch people. Don't let the little girl touch the cat."
As for the obviousness of the scar, it will depend on these seven days, so try not to take off the gauze except for changing the dressing. Eat light and avoid oil and spicy food.
…
A little closer, a little more than that.
In the evening, my father came with dinner, but I didn’t mention Oscar’s visit.
I straightened up subconsciously.
The veterinarian examined him for a moment and said, "He's dead."
The little girl stood up slowly and opened the door.
I nodded my head and said, "That's that cat. Could I be infected with something? Will I not survive tonight?"
Only then did I realize that the woman had a swollen belly covered by a quilt.
I said to the old man in the bed next to me: "Excuse me, did you hear the cat meow?"
I reached out and touched the gauze on the wound, and felt no pain at all.
"Cat? I'm old. I can't hear because my ears are gone." The old man said.
My tense nerves relaxed and I fell asleep.
The doctor put his stethoscope on his ear and pointed it at the cat's belly. After listening for a moment, he said, "I'm not a veterinarian, but this cat seems to be dead. So you go to the hospital around the corner. There is a pet hospital and call the veterinarian."
I explained the situation to the doctor.
It wasn't until five o'clock in the morning the next day that I saw the morning light filtering through the gaps in the curtains.
The doctor took the cat to the hospital morgue.
News reports about Oscar the Grim Reaper Cat appeared in newspapers, in the news and on the encyclopedia.
I turned my head slightly and looked around but didn't find anything.
The fat cat Oscar was buried in a grand ceremony in the hospital, and reporters came here specifically to interview him. When the interview came to me, I chose to avoid it.
"Is this the death cat?" the veterinarian said as he looked at it.
"I'm sorry, aunt, what disease do you have?" I asked helplessly.
I didn't dare to move anymore. The doctor had previously told me not to use too many expressions to prevent the wound from opening.
I know, Dad cried.
I told them everything, and they stopped asking.
The room was silent, and the door of the ward was lightly tapped.
My left eye was still very painful yesterday, and I couldn't feel it when I woke up this morning.
A cat meows in my ears.
I could hear the sound, it was Oscar the fat cat’s cry.
"You are the only one who is sick. Can't you tell that I am nine months pregnant? There are no more hospital beds, so they are allocated here." The woman said.
I nodded my head and was about to run out.
The cat meowed again.
I lay on the bed, tears falling from the corners of my eyes.
The three people present looked at me, and I looked at Oscar the fat cat.
I was afraid that I would die in some accident.
And after a few days the blur didn't get better, I discovered something else.
I was about to get up, but my father yelled: "Lie quietly, I asked for half a month's personal leave. I have already agreed with your school that I will take care of you for the next half month. There is also your mother's funeral. It will be done soon, you are not allowed to cry secretly."
When I turned my head again.
The doctor slowly turned it over, only to find that the fat cat Oscar seemed to be dead.
It should be nearby right now.
After dinner, my father returned home, and I tensed up on the hospital bed.
The old man reacted and looked at me and said, "What did you say?"
The little girl said calmly: "Cat, the cat has come in."
The left eye was much redder than the right eye, and things were a little blurry.
After the doctor finished speaking, he picked up the fat cat Oscar and ran out.
The old man looked at it and sighed and said, "My child, I didn't expect you to be one step ahead of me."
The doctor asked: "What's the cause of death?"
…
The doctor looked at me for a long time and said: "The wound is almost healed, it doesn't look like there is anything wrong. You have also been vaccinated against rabies. It is impossible for you to die tonight. Have you been caught by it? Are you feeling persecuted?"