Chapter 11: Meow p2
Jing Mimi came out of the small room carrying many small gifts, jingling and clattering non-stop.
Seeing this, Jing Zhi hurried to help him hold them.
They were all small props prepared by the psychologist: crayons, drawing paper, cards, a small bell, dolls, clay…
The kitten had a hoarding habit for toys. Seeing fresh things he liked, he wanted to have them. The doctor couldn’t resist his bright-eyed request and let him choose what he liked, giving him all the little gadgets that could be given.
Back in the ward, Jing Mimi arranged all these things on the cabinet and generously let Papa and the care worker auntie choose what they liked.
Kittens don’t eat alone; kittens like to share.
Both of them cooperated and chose one item.
Jing Zhi chose a piece of clay molded into the shape of a cat’s head. It should have been made by the doctor, very neat, with a tiny fingerprint left by the little cub’s touch.
The care worker chose a crayon, which was practical for writing and drawing.
Regarding the little guy’s psychological examination results, Jing Zhi asked the doctor. Probably because of the police station’s instructions, the doctor didn’t say much, only vaguely stating that there were no major psychological problems.
Asking the little guy, he said they played some small games, obviously not understanding much about it.
Jing Zhi could only put his heart back in his stomach for now.
He didn’t think the little guy would have any psychological problems; he was just worried about his identity as a kitten being exposed.
Jing Mimi didn’t know Papa’s worries. Following the kitten’s hoarding instinct, he packed all the remaining gadgets into the drawer of the bedside table.
—These were all trophies brought back from the kitten’s hunt!
He had to keep them safe and save one for Big Papa.
When he was at home before, the kitten Mimi would also secretly hide small toys and snacks in some corners. This stemmed from the wild hoarding behavior of his wild ancestors, especially after experiencing being abandoned by his first owner and starving while wandering, a habit difficult to break.
After doing all this, Jing Mimi was about to close the drawer when he suddenly heard the Cat God’s voice in his head.
Because Mimi had adapted well and integrated into this world with his new identity, the Cat God gradually began to give him free rein, appearing only when necessary or when issuing missions to chat with him briefly.
Just now, when Mimi was taken to the small room for psychological testing, the Cat God appeared and intervened slightly to prevent humans from discovering any clues.
Mimi also took the opportunity to ask it about Big Papa and Little Papa getting back together.
The Cat God didn’t offer any advice, only told him to follow his heart.
The kitten Mimi could stop his papas from breaking up when they argued before, so the little human Mimi could surely help his papas reconcile now. As long as it was Mimi’s effort, it would work well on his papas.
The Cat God appeared suddenly again because there was a new mission to entrust to him.
The Cat God said: “This time it’s the wish of Bell, the Jianzhou cat. The wish is: to give Grandpa Sun a bell.”
Jing Mimi subconsciously looked at the small bell he had put in the cabinet and immediately took it out.
The bell made a crisp jingling sound in his hand.
The Cat God: “Grandpa Sun is in the third ward on the left. He is crying outside. Mimi can go see him now.”
Jing Mimi closed the drawer. Looking up, he saw Papa watching him from the door. Faint crying sounds could be heard, having gone on for a while. He immediately clutched the small bell in his hand and walked over.
Not long after the crying started, the care worker went out to check the situation. Jing Zhi also walked to the door, watching the situation there while observing the little cub hoarding gadgets like a cat.
Seeing the little guy also come to the door, Jing Zhi patted his head and said, “It’s a grandpa crying. I don’t know what’s wrong.”
Crying in a place like a hospital was usually due to illness, separation, or death.
Jing Mimi immediately tugged gently at his clothes and said, “Papa, let’s go see Grandpa.”
“Okay.” Jing Zhi didn’t refuse.
The grandpa was about eighty years old, curled up at the door of the ward like a helpless child, holding his head with both hands, sobbing incessantly: “Earthquake… earthquake is coming… earthquake…”
Around him were doctors, nurses, family members, curious care workers, and people from other wards checking the situation.
Seeing Jing Zhi approaching with Jing Mimi, the care worker walked to them and explained, “The old man is getting on in years and has mild to moderate Alzheimer’s disease. He’s forgotten many things. He was diagnosed with gastrointestinal lesions earlier and has been undergoing treatment.”
“His sudden emotional breakdown is because of the aftershocks today. He’s from Province B. He almost lost his life in the earthquake in Province B in the early 2000s, so he probably has psychological trauma.”
“Just now he secretly left the ward and hid in a very hidden place on this floor. His family and doctors looked for a long time before finding him. After bringing him back, he has been very resistant, staying at the door holding his head and crying.”
After saying that, the care worker sighed deeply.
Jing Zhi’s maternal grandparents passed away early, and he had almost no contact with his paternal grandparents. He didn’t interact with many elderly people, but hearing the care worker’s words, he still felt bad.
Jing Mimi listened in confusion, holding Papa with one small hand and clutching the small bell with the other, looking in Grandpa’s direction.
Whether human or animal, most have empathy.
A kitten turned human was no exception.
He could feel Grandpa’s fear and sadness.
Feeling the tugging force from the small hand, Jing Zhi obediently let the little cub lead him to Grandpa’s side.
The family was already discussing sedatives with the doctors and nurses.
They couldn’t just let the old man shiver and cry at the door forever.
Because of the subconscious arm-swinging motion while walking, the bell in Jing Mimi’s hand inevitably made a little noise.
He was still pondering how to give the bell in his hand to this grandpa when he saw Grandpa suddenly look over at him.
Both Jing Zhi and Jing Mimi were stunned. Besides them, quite a few people noticed the old man’s movement.
Jing Mimi subconsciously pressed closer to Papa, and the bell in his hand made another sound.
The old man’s gaze was completely fixed on him.
Jing Zhi realized something was happening. While hugging the little cub, he tentatively held his hand and shook the bell.
The old man stopped shivering and whimpering, as if he had heard the voice of a god.
Seeing this, the old man’s daughter stepped forward quickly, her eyes burning. “Little friend, can Auntie borrow this bell for a moment?”
Jing Mimi nodded, opened his small hand, and said to her, “It’s a gift for you.”
“Little friend, thank you, thank you…” The woman took the bell back to the old man, held his hand, and placed the bell on it.
The old man’s hand was like tree bark, wrinkled. He stared at the bell in his palm for a long time and calmed down completely.
Not long after, the old man was successfully taken back to the ward to rest.
Outside the ward, the old man’s daughter thanked Jing Zhi and Jing Mimi repeatedly, insisting on paying for the bell.
Jing Zhi couldn’t refuse, so he accepted one yuan from her, not letting her give more. That kind of bell wasn’t even worth one yuan.
Jing Mimi clutched the round one-yuan coin preciously and stuffed it into his pocket.
He knew money could buy many things and was very, very useful. He had to plan carefully how to spend this “huge sum.”
The care worker asked the old man’s daughter curiously, “What’s going on with your father? Is a bell that useful?”
Seeing the curious gazes from people around, the old man’s daughter spoke slowly, revealing a long-buried story.
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