The old lady's clothes were simple and old. She said that she went out to pick up empty bottles every day. Although it was not clear whether she had other sources of income, she was calm and cheerful when she talked about it. She did not feel any shame for picking up empty bottles, nor did she feel inferior.
Since Chu Manhua got Type I diabetes, quit her job, and broke up with her boyfriend, she felt that the whole world had collapsed. Her life was gloomy, and she could not see a future. She even gave up on herself for a long time. However, when she compared herself with the old lady who picked up empty bottles every day in the cold wind and scorching sun, she felt that she was really lucky.
At first, Chu Manhua sympathized with the old lady, but later she found that the old lady did not need other people's sympathy at all. She did not steal or rob, nor did she beg on the street. Instead, she relied on her own hands to support herself. What was there to be ashamed of? What was there to be inferior about?
It was Chu Manhua herself who needed sympathy. She blamed heaven and earth for trivial things and blamed herself. Why did diabetes have to come to her when she was so young? If she and the old grandma were to swap places, she would probably be worried to death. It was impossible for her to be as optimistic and cheerful as the old grandma.
The old lady finished telling the story in one breath. She was slightly out of breath.
Zhang Zian seemed to understand something and asked, "So, you're here to ask if this dog is sick?"
The old lady nodded. "I know that if it is sick, I should find a doctor, but the pet clinic is very expensive. I can't afford it for the time being. So I thought that since you are a pet shop owner, can you tell what disease this dog has? If it is a minor disease, I will buy medicine for it. If it is a serious disease … "
She paused and said, "If it's a serious illness, letting it continue to follow me will endanger its life. It's best if we can find its owner. If that doesn't work, we can look for a social welfare organization that can adopt it and treat it …"
Speaking of this, she was also very reluctant. After all, this dog had been with her for a long time, and they had developed feelings for each other. She was very used to a little life coming to greet her after picking up bottles. The house was no longer lonely.
However, if it was delayed because of this, she was more willing to let someone who could treat it raise it. It was best to find its original owner.
The Pomeranian obediently lay on the ground, motionless and silent. It did not seem to know that it was about to part ways with its current master.
Chu Manhua couldn't bear to see this. She gripped her phone tightly, wanting to lend a helping hand and pay for the puppy's treatment herself. Although she wasn't rich, ever since she got diabetes, her view of money had changed a little.
However, she did not turn on the screen of her phone for a long time. Firstly, she was not sure if the old lady's phone was a smart phone and whether it could accept money transfers. Secondly, she did not know if it would hurt the old lady's self-esteem and be seen as charity.
Zhang Zian said almost without thinking, "Old man, you don't have to waste your time looking for its owner. It has no owner at all. If I'm not wrong, it's a dog that escaped from a breeding base a while ago. "
"Ah? If that's the case … then we should return it to that breeding base! "The old lady said in surprise.
Zhang Zian laughed and pointed at the mini poodle. "That breeding base is very evil and cruel to pets. For example, in order to sell this mini poodle for a high price, they deliberately don't let it grow up. They always starve it."
The old lady took a deep breath, shook her head and sighed. "What a sin, what a sin … People nowadays …"
"Also, even if you want to return it, there's no place to return it. After the media reported it, the breeding base has already fallen. Even the person in charge has run away. There were some pets left there, but now they have been divided by the employees who are asking for wages to make up for the wages owed by the breeding base, "Zhang Zian added, completely dispelling the old lady's idea of returning the dog.
"Oh, I've heard about this," the male customer next to her interrupted. "Why don't I have such good luck? After I heard about it, I went outside to pick up cats and dogs, but I was too late. I didn't even find a single hair! I was frozen for a whole night! "
When the old lady heard that the puppy did not have an owner at all and did not need to be returned to its original owner, she was really relieved. But then she became more worried. If the treatment cost a lot of money, did she really have to send it to the social welfare agency that adopted pets?
While Zhang Zian was talking, his eyes were not idle. He had been observing the Pomeranian. Although it behaved very obediently and quietly, he still did not dare to pick it up and observe it. Unless you had enough confidence, you should not touch a strange dog. This was common sense. Otherwise, if you were bitten, you could not blame others.
Until he was sure that it really did not have the urge to bite, he carefully reached his hand under its armpit from behind, picked it up, and observed it carefully from all directions.
After picking it up, his first impression was that the dog's body was very thin, and its body temperature seemed to be higher than normal. He did not need to measure its body temperature to know that it was a sensitivity that only came into contact with different dogs every day.
Small dogs had a higher body temperature than large dogs, and large dogs had a higher body temperature than humans. If the temperature of this Pomeranian was measured by inserting a thermometer into its butt, it was estimated to be 39 to 40 degrees Celsius, which was higher than normal.
In addition, the muscles of its limbs were slightly weaker than that of dogs of the same age. Of course, this could also be due to malnutrition caused by a lack of appetite.
The old lady stared at the Pomeranian worriedly with her cloudy eyes. She wanted to know if Zhang Zian had seen anything, but she was afraid to disturb him, so she did not dare to ask.
Zhang Zian only checked for a short two or three minutes, then gently put the Pomeranian back on the ground. He said, "You don't have to worry too much. There is no need to send it to a welfare institution. It is indeed sick, but the treatment cost is very low. It doesn't cost much. You just need to pay more attention and take care of it."
The old lady heard his words and breathed a sigh of relief. She asked in surprise, "Then … what disease does it have?"
"Hypoglycemia," Zhang Zian said firmly.
"Ah?"
"Ah?"
Several people present exclaimed in unison, and then looked at Chu Manhua in unison. They were all too familiar with the term hypoglycemia. Previously, Chu Manhua was almost in danger because of hypoglycemia. It was still fresh in their minds, as if it had just happened yesterday.
Wang Qian's mouth opened the widest, and his eyeballs almost popped out.
Chu Manhua was also shocked. She covered her mouth with her hand in disbelief. What a coincidence! This dog also had hypoglycemia?
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