The little civet kitten coughed for a while, then suddenly stopped, and then it felt like its throat was pinched and it was depriving of oxygen.

Act as if suffocating.

"Grandpa, look, this little guy seems to have phlegm stuck in his throat. What should I do?"

The girl asked in panic when she saw the little civet kitten was in pain.

The old man also saw the situation of the little civet cat and quickly hung up the phone that had just been dialed but had not yet been answered.

In this case, the civet cub may suffocate to death at any time.

When the police come, I won’t be able to clear myself even if I jump into the Yellow River!

Sure enough, as soon as the girl finished speaking, the little civet cat cub in the cardboard box stopped coughing and tilted its little head to one side.

"Grandpa, what should I do? It's dying!"

"Can't we go to the veterinary hospital first and try to save the animal while we wait for the police to arrive?"

The girl was so anxious that she stamped her feet while holding the cardboard box. It was such a pity that such a rare little civet died in her arms.

"Oh, forget it, my dear granddaughter. It's not appropriate for us to get involved in this matter now."

"If you take this situation to the veterinary hospital, it might cause trouble for others. Let's find a place where no one is around and put it down."

The old man shook his head helplessly. He felt very sorry for the little guy, but there was really no way he could help it.

In this case, it is a hot potato. If someone finds out, they may all be in trouble.

The girl looked at the poor little creature and felt frustrated that she couldn't help it.

Jiang Che sighed as he watched from the side. He didn't want to get involved in this mess.

But the little civet is so small, it would be a pity if it died!

"Ahem, well, maybe I can find a way to save this little civet cat."