282: Turmoil, protect Viola Thompson with your life!_2
She is very pale.
If it weren't for the heart rate monitor still pulsing at her side, hardly anyone would believe she's still showing signs of life.
A cat and a dog are sitting on either side of the entrance to the Intensive Care Unit.
Like sentinels of the door.
Upon seeing Mrs. Thompson, Bread lowered its head, walking over to her, whimpering softly.
Like an injured child.
Mrs. Thompson bent down to pat Bread's head and said with a smile, "Bread, don't worry. My Viola is lucky and strong. She will definitely pull through this tough time."
"Woof."
Bread barked, as if to affirm Mrs. Thompson's words.
But in reality, it understood nothing.
It was just a speechless furry child.
From the moment Viola Thompson was taken to the hospital, Bread and Mantou stopped eating. Even when food was pushed into their mouths, they would instantly spit it out.
"Good boy." Mrs. Thompson patted Bread's head and fetched some dog food, "Will you take a bite?"