"Hoo-ah, hoo-hoo!"
The little ape was restrained, unable to move; it struggled feebly and even its cries were weak, sounding especially pitiful.
Chen Ying dragged over a stool and sat down next to the bed.
He slowly groomed the little ape, making funny noises to amuse it.
Primates seem to enjoy grooming each other, picking off lice.
The little ape, originally a bit agitated, gradually calmed down under Chen Ying's gentle treatment.
Its eyes stayed fixed on Chen Ying's face, occasionally glancing around.
After about twenty minutes or so, the little ape yawned, wanting to sleep but reluctant to leave Chen Ying, fighting against the drowsiness.
Chen Ying extended his hand and covered the little ape's face.
"Be good, go to sleep if you want. I'll stay here with you."
When he said he'd stay, he meant it. Chen Ying sat beside the little ape's sickbed with his phone, checking information while observing the ape's condition.
