"Little Electric!!!"
Han Qiwu ignored the giant squirrel and quickly ran to Little Electric, extending his hand to catch its unbalanced body.
He lowered his head to examine Little Electric's injuries. Its right wing was covered with bloodstains left behind by violently plucked feathers, which was heartbreaking to see.
Fortunately, aside from that, there weren't any other wounds.
Moreover, thanks to Little Electric using its electric grid once, these wounds had instantly scabbed over. Han Qiwu wiped away the bloodstains gently with his hand.
Han Qiwu reassured it with relief, "Little Electric! You won't die!"
Little Electric: "....I know, it's just some lost feathers!"
Looking at the half-bald Little Electric, Han Qiwu took out two large pine cones, peeled off the bracts, and pried out the pine nuts, placing them beside Little Electric's claws.
