Doctor Song, Doctor Song. The emergency call crackled through the quiet of the rescue center, jolting Dr. Song into action. Racing to the examination room, he found a golden retriever trembling with fear, its neck wrapped in a towel soaked crimson.

“I don’t know what happened to his neck, I dare not to put harness on it,” the nurse murmured, her concern palpable. Dr. Song nodded, his mind racing with possibilities. “Will you put it around the neck? No,” he muttered softly to himself, contemplating the severity of the injury.

Not sure whether it was a cut or something worse, the wound was obscured by layers of congealed blood. “Please save the dog, brother,” a volunteer pleaded, eyes brimming with tears. The dog, visibly traumatized by recent events, cowered in the corner, avoiding human touch.

“He is extremely scared of people,” remarked another volunteer, gently coaxing the dog to calm down. “He can get down. He can get down himself,” Dr. Song assured them, his steady hands unwrapping the towel to assess the injury.

“Dr. Song, please treat him ASAP,” urged the nurse, pointing to the wound. “Where is the cut/hole? – Right here,” Dr. Song replied, his voice steady despite the grim discovery. “He can go home after a few days,” he reassured, already planning the course of treatment.

“Will find you a new master,” whispered a volunteer, gently stroking the dog’s fur, promising a future beyond the pain. The scene cut to the next episode: the neighborhood buzzed with rumors of the dog’s abandonment.