876 Rising Tide

The minke whale rolled its black and white eyeballs, staring at Zhang Zian. He responded with calm and gentle eyes, while petting its smooth and soft skin with his palms.

Zhang Zian was not sure which one worked––the eye contact, the tone of his voice, or the body contact––but he was sure that it was trying its best to control itself and to not hurt anyone by struggling. It proved that it understood that they were helping it to relieve its pain.　　

Each stitch on the wound was not as bad as the pain of cutting off the flesh, or removing the spear, but it needed at least a dozen or a few dozen stitches. Could it take such continuous pain?　　

Zhang Zian hesitated, wondering if he should invite Sun Xiaomeng to come down. She was a licensed veterinarian, after all, and she would be familiar with stitching up animals––at least much more familiar than he was.