Pet King

There was no trace of wind in the air, and within a few steps, Zhang Zi'an's clothes were wet with sweat.

Fortunately, the pet clinic is not too far away.

Sun Xiaomeng's car was parked in front of the clinic, the hood was still hot, and another unknown luxury car was parked beside it.

Early in the morning, the clinic was empty.

Zhang Zi'an pushed in the door.

The nurse Long Xian was yawning to clean up the nurse's table, and when he saw him, he quickly covered his mouth with his hands.

"Director Zhang, is there something so early?" She asked.

"Is there an emergency?" He asked without asking, openly.

"Yes. Xiao Meng just entered." She replied with certainty.

"Um ... what kind of animal? Cat? Dog?" He asked again, if the answer was not dog, then he would go back to his house to avoid disturbing others to heal.

"Dog. I'm still asleep, I slammed the door." Long Xian was afraid that the customers inside could hear it and murmured. She usually sleeps in the clinic and can save a lot of rent.

"Oh ... what's wrong? Trauma? Or ..." he asked again.

"Uh ... it's not a trauma. If it's a trauma, I won't call Sister Xiaomeng ... Anyway, I'm not in a good shape. I can't see anything wrong." She shook her head.

"Then I can go in and see?" He asked.

Long Xian laughed: "As long as the customer has no comments, or you wear a mask? The customer may think you are a veterinarian."

Zhang Zi'an took the mask she had handed on, walked to the entrance of the clinic, and the probe looked inside.

A piece of golden retriever was lying on the consultation table, feeling weak.

Sun Xiaomeng held a stethoscope and moved back and forth between its chest and abdomen. Although she wore a mask to cover most of her face, she could still see that her face was dignified, which means that the condition of the golden retriever may not be good.

The owner of Jin Mao was a middle-aged man, standing anxiously, and kept asking: "How? How's it going?"

"cough!"

Zhang Zi'an coughed, and made a gesture to calm him down and stop talking, affecting the doctor's diagnosis and treatment.

Seeing him, Sun Xiaomeng raised his eyebrows unexpectedly, but did not say anything, and focused on examining the golden retriever.

The middle-aged man may really treat Zhang Zi'an as a medical staff in the clinic, but just glanced at him, but he kept urging.

Zhang Zi'an observed from the side and found that this golden retriever's eyes were dull, the response to the stranger's arrival was slow, the pupils were not flexible, and the eyes were a little pale. It lay on the side of the consultation table, her mouth was not closed, her tongue dangled weakly from her mouth, and the saliva moistened the white cloth.

After a while, Sun Xiaomeng took off his stethoscope and put on Golden Ox a special oxygen inhalation device for pets.

"How's it?" The man couldn't help but ask.

Sun Xiaomeng shook his head in embarrassment. "The cause is unclear for the time being, and can only be treated conservatively. Further examination may be required ..."

"I don't know?" The man seemed to be smirked. "Can you cure it, you give me a good word, I won't cure it if you can't cure it! Just because you came here recently, I knew I would take it directly to the pet hospital Go! Why waste time here? "

"Sorry, I can understand your mood, but ..." Sun Xiaomeng whispered in a low voice.

"No need but! If you can cure it, you can say it can be cured, if you can't cure it, you can say no, okay?" The man interrupted rudely.

Zhang Zi'an watched and felt embarrassed for Sun Xiaomeng, but this is also the daily state of domestic medical staff, whether it is treating people or treating pets-medical people who treat people may still be valued, There are also guards in major hospitals to prevent medical trouble, but doctors and nurses in such pet clinics may actually be more at risk. After all, people cherish pets that have been with them for years or even decades, and they have already been treated as family and friends.

"Friend, don't worry, you want the doctor to treat the dog, at least you need to talk about the situation first. How did this dog get sick?" He began to help.

"How do you get sick? How do I know? The last few days are pretty good, these days have become more and more unconscious ... Usually it jumps to bed in the morning to wake me up with my wife, but this morning I woke up with my wife , It lay on the ground like this ... "The man said more and more distressed.

"Does it eat any unusual food these days? For example, when walking dogs." Zhang Zi'an asked again.

"No! It's the same as usual!" The man snapped.

"Then ... what dog food brand does it eat?"

Zhang Zian's problem surprised both Sun Xiaomeng and the middle-aged man.

"Dog food brand? Imported, what's the name ... Luse? That's the one who always advertises recently." The man thought about it, "What does this have to do with dog food? I've been eating it for a long time, and it's no problem It's been mentally unhealthy these days. "

Zhang Zi'an sank in his heart.

Le Shi, neither potato chips nor TV, but the Chinese translation of the dog food imported from the United States. When Qi Tong came to sell to Zhang Zi'an, there was no official translation, but for the convenience of sales in China, it sounds good. The name will have a great impression.

He couldn't say that this Golden Retriever's condition was related to dog food, but its sluggish state resembled the strangely sick employees of the scrap purchase station-he didn't see it, he just heard about it, Degree cannot be guaranteed.

The middle-aged man aggressively asked Sun Xiaomeng whether he could be cured. He would have looked down on such a small clinic. If there were no large pet hospital nearby, he would not have brought a dog here.

"Sorry, I can't give any guarantee, and the equipment here is not complete. If you are not assured, then go to the large pet hospital ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ Sun Xiaomeng said helplessly. She really wanted to find this out The cause of the dog, but the dog owner's attitude made her heart, in case it is not cured ... she did not want to take this risk.

"Hum! Say it early! Grind ..."

The middle-aged man stomped his feet, unbuttoned the oxygen mask, hugged the golden retriever vigorously, and stepped out of the consulting room. He kept pointing at Sanghuai in his mouth.

Sun Xiaomeng has long been used to it, trying to hide the unwillingness and humiliation in his eyes, taking off his mask lightly, and asking Zhang Zi'an: "Why are you here in the morning? And why are you asking about dog food? Are you? what do you know?"

Zhang Zi'an thought slightly, and said, "Oh, I said, I have something to go abroad recently. Binhai may have a typhoon crossing this season. When I ’m not here, you can take care of me if you have time. Of course you have to be careful here. "

He changed his tentatively and avoided answering her questions because he didn't know how to answer them. He didn't want to talk about things that he was not sure about.

"By the way, if you encounter a dog with that symptom again, it's better to excuse it." Before returning to the store, he advised.