𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟖: 𝐂𝐚𝐭 𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐭
“Please, I beg you! This child is my reason for living!”
The woman appears to be wealthy, and indeed, she probably is. Our medicine is a bit more expensive than others. But it’s also more effective, so there’s demand for it.
But a cat, of all things.
What the woman is holding is a large cat. It seems to weigh as much as a small child.
“That’s a big cat.”
“Yes. It has both a wildcat and a housecat as parents. It’s usually a sturdy child, but this morning it suddenly vomited and then became lethargic.”
The woman speaks through her tears. But we don’t usually deal with animals, and we don’t know much about cats. I want to ask my mother for her opinion, but she’s not home. While I’m hesitating, the cat vomits again.
“Huh?”
A leaf I recognize comes out. It’s Trista grass. It’s a plant we give to humans when we want them to vomit.
“Did it vomit up this leaf at home too?”
“Yes. Is it a poisonous plant?”
“No, it’s a medicinal herb. I see. I’ll examine it. But could you please leave the room?”
I send the worried woman out of the room and examine the lethargic cat. If it ate a plant that induces vomiting on its own, it might have eaten something it shouldn’t have. Something it wants to vomit up but can’t.
“I guess there’s no choice. Shall we try that?”
I weigh the cat. Eight kilograms. Since I don’t know the cat’s detoxification ability, I calculate the medicine conservatively.
(I wonder if it will drink it quietly)
The cat seems to have no energy to resist, it just lets things happen. I gently open its mouth and make it drink the medicine, which I’ve reduced even more than the amount per weight. I hold its mouth closed and wait until I confirm it has swallowed.
Eventually, I confirmed that the paralytic drug had taken effect and gently put my hand into its mouth. There’s something in the back of its throat. While soothing the cat that’s about to vomit, I extend my finger, grab it, and pull it out. A normal cat’s throat wouldn’t have been able to reach this far. It’s a good thing it’s a big cat.
The paralytic drug is made from the venom of a poisonous spider. It’s a secret known only to our family, no, only to my mother and me.
“A ring?”
It’s a ring with a round moonstone set in a gold base. The cat starts to move as the effect of the medicine wears off.
“That must have been tough. It’s out now. Why did you swallow a ring? It’s not even tasty.”
“Nya.”
The cat replies with a cute voice that doesn’t match its large body.
“It’s over.”
When I call out, the woman rushes in. I show the ring to the woman who rushes to the cat and hugs it.
“This was stuck in its throat. I wonder why it swallowed it.”
“Ah.”
She seems to have an idea.
“Butter had accidentally gotten into the gold part of the base. I took it off and left it to clean later. It might have been attracted by the smell.”
Butter. That must have been an irresistible smell to the cat.
“If it had gone down to the cat’s stomach, which seems to be narrow, we might have had to open its belly to get it out. I’m glad we could remove it.”
The woman left, leaving double the amount she was billed.
But I underestimated the connection between animal lovers and cat lovers.
From the next day, people holding cats started to visit frequently, and my mother warned me, “Well, it’s fine, but you should change the examination room for cats and humans.”
Eventually, I found out that cats respond to a very small amount of medicine per weight compared to humans. It seems I’ve become quite famous among cat lovers.
Loss of appetite (which is really common), alopecia, dermatitis, runny nose, nasal congestion. All of these responded well to a very small amount of my medicine. The number of cat patients has increased so much that it’s becoming a problem.
“Maybe you should open a veterinary clinic at this rate.”
“Just make sure it doesn’t interfere with making medicine for humans.”
My mother says that, but the number of patients who come is beyond my control.
Finally, a dog came yesterday.
“Please help! You’re the only one I can rely on!”
That’s right. There are no hospitals for dogs and cats. Even though there are doctors for livestock.
The dog is small, about the size of a normal cat. It has a fever that won’t go down. Fever is a symptom that occurs for a reason, so it’s not always good to lower it.
“May I take care of it? I’ll watch it.”
I spent the night in the same room as the dog.
If the fever gets too high, I give it a little antipyretic and make it drink water. The animals listen to me well. They hardly ever bite or scratch. Well, sometimes they do.
Eventually, the dog’s fever went down, and its eyes regained their strength. It also has an appetite. I don’t know the reason, but for now, it seems to be fine.
“I’m glad. If you feel sick again, I’ll examine you.”
The dog wags its tail vigorously, opens its mouth, and looks up at me while panting. It looks like it’s smiling.
“It’s recovered, but I don’t know the cause. Ideally, you should see a doctor.”
“There’s no doctor who will look at a dog. Even though it’s an important part of my family. It’s the same as my child, no, this one is more than my son!”
No, no, you shouldn’t say that out loud.
I can only prescribe medicine, so I can’t do anything if surgery is needed. But if it can be helped with medicine, I’ll do my best.
My mother has been nagging me a lot.
“You must not neglect your main job.”
That’s true. I tend to get absorbed in things quickly.
・・・
『”𝓐𝔀𝓮𝓫𝓼𝓽𝓸𝓻𝓲𝓮𝓼.𝓬𝓸𝓶” – 𝓓𝓲𝓼𝓬𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓻 𝓪 𝓬𝓪𝓹𝓽𝓲𝓿𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝔀𝓸𝓻𝓵𝓭 𝓸𝓯 𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓮, 𝓹𝓪𝓼𝓼𝓲𝓸𝓷 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓪𝓭𝓿𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓾𝓻𝓮, 𝔀𝓱𝓮𝓻𝓮 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓬𝓪𝓷 𝓲𝓷𝓭𝓾𝓵𝓰𝓮 𝓲𝓷 𝓪 𝓬o𝓵𝓵𝓮𝓬𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷 𝓸𝓯 𝓽𝓻𝓪𝓷𝓼𝓵𝓪𝓽𝓮𝓭 𝓷𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓵𝓼 𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱 “𝓭𝓪𝓲𝓵𝔂 𝓾𝓹𝓭𝓪𝓽𝓮𝓼” 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓮𝔁𝓬𝓵𝓾𝓼𝓲𝓿𝓮 𝓪𝓬𝓬𝓮𝓼𝓼 𝓽𝓸 “𝓪𝓭𝓿𝓪𝓷𝓬𝓮𝓭 𝓬𝓱𝓪𝓹𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓼”.』
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