There was no wind in the air. After a few steps, Zhang Zian's clothes were soaked in sweat.
Fortunately, the pet clinic was not far away. They walked fast and arrived in about ten minutes.
Sun Xiaomeng's car was parked in front of the clinic. The hood was still warm, and there was an unfamiliar luxury car parked next to it.
It was early in the morning, and the clinic was empty.
Zhang Zian pushed the door open and entered.
Nurse Long Xian was yawning and cleaning up the nurse's desk. When she saw him, she quickly covered her mouth with her hand.
"Manager Zhang, why are you here so early?" she asked.
"Is there an emergency?" He didn't beat around the bush and asked directly.
"Yes. Sister Xiaomeng just went in. "She replied affirmatively.
"Hmm … What animal is it? Cat? Or a dog? "He asked again. If the answer was not a dog, then he would return home so as not to disturb the patient's treatment.
"Dog. I'm still sleeping, and you're banging on the door, "Long Xian complained in a low voice, afraid that the customers inside might hear her. She usually slept in the clinic, which saved her a lot of rent.
"Oh … What illness? External injuries? Or … "he asked again.
"Uh … It's not an injury. If it was an injury, I wouldn't have called Sister Xiaomeng … Anyway, she's not in a good state and I can't see anything wrong with her." She shook her head.
"Can I go in and have a look?" he asked.
Long Xian smiled and said, "As long as the customer has no objection, it's fine. Why don't you wear a mask? The customers might think you're a vet too. "
Zhang Zian took the mask she handed him and put it on. He walked to the door of the consulting room and looked inside.
A Golden Retriever lay on the treatment table, looking dispirited and listless.
Sun Xiaomeng held the stethoscope and moved it back and forth on its chest and abdomen. Although she was wearing a mask that covered most of her face, Zhang Zian could still see that she looked serious, which meant that the Golden Retriever might not be in good condition.
The owner of the golden retriever was a middle-aged man. He stood anxiously at the side and kept asking, "How is it? How is it? "
"Cough!"
Zhang Zian coughed dryly and gestured for him to calm down. He didn't want to disturb the doctor's diagnosis and treatment.
Sun Xiaomeng raised her eyebrows in surprise when she saw him, but she didn't say anything and focused on examining the Golden Retriever.
The middle-aged man probably really thought that Zhang Zian was a medical staff in the clinic. He just glanced at him, but didn't continue to urge him.
Zhang Zian observed from the side and found that the Golden Retriever's eyes were dull. It was slow to react to the arrival of strangers. Its pupils were not moving flexibly, and its eyes were a little white. It was lying on its side on the treatment table, its mouth open. Its tongue hung weakly from its mouth, its saliva wetting the white cloth.
After a while, Sun Xiaomeng took off her stethoscope and put on the Golden Retriever's special oxygen device.
"How is it?" The man couldn't hold it in any longer and asked impatiently.
Sun Xiaomeng shook her head awkwardly. "We don't know the cause of the disease yet. We can only treat it conservatively. We may need to do further examinations …"
"Not sure?" The man seemed to be so angry that he laughed. "Can you cure it? Just give me a straightforward answer. If you can't cure it, then I won't treat it here! If I had known earlier, I would have directly brought him to the pet hospital! Why are you wasting your time here? "
"I'm sorry, I can understand your feelings, but …" Sun Xiaomeng persuaded in a low voice.
"No buts! If you can cure it, just say you can. If you can't, just say you can't. Okay? "The man rudely interrupted.
Zhang Zian watched from the side and felt wronged for Sun Xiaomeng. However, this was also the daily situation of domestic medical staff, whether they were treating people or pets. Medical staff who treated people might still be valued, and major hospitals also had guards to prevent medical disputes. However, doctors and nurses in this kind of pet clinic might actually be more dangerous. After all, people cherished their pets for years or even decades, and had long regarded them as family and friends.
"Friend, don't worry. If you want the doctor to treat the dog, at least tell him the situation first. How did this dog get sick?" He opened his mouth to help.
"How did it get sick? How would I know? It was quite good a few days ago, but these days it has become more and more listless … Usually, it jumps on the bed to wake up my wife and me in the morning, but this morning, when my wife and I woke up, it was just lying on the ground … "The more the man said, the more distressed he became.
"Did it eat anything unusual these days? For example, when it went out to walk the dog? "Zhang Zian asked again.
"No! It was the same as usual! "The man insisted.
"Then … What brand of dog food does it eat?"
Zhang Zian's question surprised both Sun Xiaomeng and the middle-aged man.
"Dog food brand? Imported, what's the name … Leshi? The one that has been advertising recently. "The man thought about it." What does this have to do with dog food? It has been eating it for a long time, and there has been no problem. It is only in low spirits these days. "
Zhang Zian's heart sank.
Leshi was neither potato chips nor TV, but the Chinese translation of the dog food imported from the United States. When Qi Tong came to Zhang Zian to promote it, there was no official translation, but in order to facilitate sales in China, a good name would have a great impression.
He couldn't assert that the Golden Retriever's illness was related to the dog food, but its listless state was quite similar to the employees at the waste purchase station who had a strange disease. He hadn't seen it himself, and he had only heard about it, so he couldn't guarantee the accuracy.
The middle-aged man aggressively asked Sun Xiaomeng if she could cure it. He looked down on this kind of small clinic. If there was a large pet hospital nearby, he wouldn't have brought the dog here.
"I'm sorry, I can't give any guarantee, and my equipment here is not complete. If you are worried, then transfer to a large pet hospital," Sun Xiaomeng said helplessly. She actually wanted to find out the cause of the dog's illness, but the dog owner's attitude made her feel uncertain. If it couldn't be cured … she didn't want to take the risk.
"Hmph! Say it earlier! Stop dawdling … "
The middle-aged man stamped his feet, took off the oxygen mask, hugged the Golden Retriever, and strode out of the clinic, his mouth constantly pointing at the mulberry tree.
Sun Xiaomeng had long been used to it. She tried to hide the unwillingness and humiliation in her eyes, calmly took off the mask, and asked Zhang Zian, "Why did you come here so early in the morning? Also, why did you ask about the dog food? Do you know something? "
Zhang Zian thought for a moment and said, "Oh, I came to tell you that I have to go abroad soon. There may be typhoons in Binhai City this season. When I am away, if you have time, help me take care of the shop. Of course, you also have to be careful here. "
He temporarily changed his mind and avoided answering her question, because he didn't know how to answer. He didn't want to talk about things he wasn't sure about.
"By the way, if you encounter a dog with that kind of symptom again, it's better to find an excuse to reject it," he advised before returning to the shop.
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