When Lin Nianhe was preparing supplies for the apocalypse in her past life, she planned to raise a dog to keep her company.
So she stocked up on a lot of dog supplies, including medications.
At a time when the concept of pet healthcare didn't exist, she knew without asking that Feng Ling definitely hadn't been vaccinated.
Lin Nianhe held the syringe with the eight-in-one vaccine, rubbed the looser skin on Feng Ling's neck, quickly disinfected it, and gave an injection.
She coaxed softly, "Good girl, it doesn't hurt..."
Feng Ling: "...!"
Lin Nianhe dared not hesitate, smoothly pushed the liquid in, and then used a new cotton swab to press on the injection site.
"Good dog, it doesn't hurt, it doesn't hurt."
She continued, taking out a piece of jerky for it to eat.
"Oow..."
Feng Ling let out a whimper, seemingly aggrieved, and ate the jerky.
Lin Nianhe breathed a sigh of relief, rubbing its chin: "Really good, after the shot, you won't get sick."
