Chapter 1450 Difficulties

There was no wind in the air, and after walking a few steps, Zhang Zian's clothes were soaked with sweat.

Fortunately, the veterinary clinic is not far away, and it takes about ten minutes to walk quickly.

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

Early in the morning, the clinic was empty.

Zhang Zian pushed the door open and entered.

Nurse Long Xian was yawning and clearing the nurse's desk. When she saw him coming, she quickly covered her mouth with her hand.

"Master Zhang, what's the matter so early?" She asked.

"Is there an emergency?" He asked straight to the point without being polite.

"Yes. Sister Xiaomeng just went in." She replied affirmatively.

"Hmm... what animal is it? A cat? Or a dog?" He asked again, and if the answer was not a dog, then he would go home so as not to disturb other people's medical treatment.

"Dog. I was still sleeping, so I slammed on the door." Long Xian complained in a low voice, afraid that the customers inside would hear it. She usually sleeps in the clinic, which can save a lot of rent.

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

"Uh...it's not an injury. If it was an injury, I wouldn't call sister Xiaomeng... Anyway, I'm not in good condition, so I can't see anything wrong." She shook her head.

"Then can I go in and have a look?" He asked.

Long Xian smiled and said, "As long as the customer has no opinion, why don't you wear a mask? The customer may think you are a veterinarian too."

Zhang Zian took the mask she handed over and put it on, walked to the door of the consultation room, and looked inside.

A golden retriever is lying on the examination table, listless.

Sun Xiaomeng held a stethoscope and moved it back and forth on its chest and abdomen. Although she was wearing a mask covering most of her face, she could still see her serious face, which meant that the golden retriever might not be in a good condition.

The owner of the golden retriever was a middle-aged man, who stood beside him anxiously and kept asking, "How is it? How's it going?"

"cough!"

Zhang Zian coughed dryly, and gestured for him to calm down, don't talk, it will affect the doctor's diagnosis and treatment.

Sun Xiaomeng saw him,

He raised his eyebrows unexpectedly, but didn't say anything, and focused on checking the golden retriever.

The middle-aged man may have really regarded Zhang Zian as a medical staff in the clinic, he just glanced at him, but he didn't urge him any more.

Zhang Zian observed from the side, and found that this golden retriever had dull eyes, was slow to respond to the arrival of strangers, the pupils were not moving flexibly, and the pupils were a little white. It was lying on its side on the examination table, its mouth was not closed, its tongue was weakly hanging from its mouth, and the white cloth was wet with saliva.

After a while, Sun Xiaomeng took off the stethoscope and put the golden retriever on an oxygen inhalation device for pets.

"How?" The man couldn't hold back for a long time, and asked impatiently.

Sun Xiaomeng shook her head in embarrassment, "I don't know the cause yet, so we can only treat it conservatively, and may need further examination..."

"I don't know?" The man seemed to be annoyed with a smile, "Can it be cured? Tell me a good word. If it can't be cured, I won't be here to treat it! I came here because you are near here. If I knew it, I would take it directly to the pet hospital." Go! Why are you wasting your time here?"

"I'm sorry, I can understand your feelings, but..." Sun Xiaomeng persuaded in a low voice.

"No but! If you can cure it, say you can, and if you can't, say you can't, okay?" The man interrupted roughly.

Zhang Zian felt aggrieved for Sun Xiaomeng as he watched from the sidelines, but this was also the daily state of domestic medical staff, whether they were treating people or pets—the medical staff who treated people might still be valued. There are also guards in major hospitals to prevent medical troubles, but the doctors and nurses in this kind of pet clinic may actually be more at risk. After all, people cherish pets that have been with them for several years or even ten years, and they have long been treated as family and friends.

"Friend, don't worry. If you want the doctor to treat the dog, you must at least talk about the situation first. How did the dog get sick?" He chimed in.

"Why are you sick? I don't know? It was fine a few days ago, but it has become more and more depressed these days... Usually it jumps on the bed in the morning to wake up my wife and I, but this morning my wife and I woke up to see , it just lay on the ground..." The more the man said, the more distressed he became.

"Has it eaten any unusual food in the past few days? For example, when going out for a walk with the dog." Zhang Zian asked again.

"No! It's 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? It's the one that always advertises recently." The man thought for a while, "What does this have to do with dog food? I've been eating it for a long time, and it's been fine. , it’s only been in a bad mood for the past few days.”

Zhang Zian's heart sank.

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

He couldn't say for certain that the golden retriever's illness was related to dog food, but its sluggish state was rather like the employees of the waste collection station who had a strange disease—he hadn't seen it himself, but only heard about it. Dudu can't guarantee it.

The middle-aged man aggressively asked Sun Xiaomeng if he could treat it. He looked down on this kind of small clinic. If there was no large pet hospital nearby, he would never bring his dog here.

"I'm sorry, I can't give any guarantee, and I don't have all the equipment here. If you are worried, then go to a large pet hospital." Sun Xiaomeng said helplessly. In fact, she really wanted to find out the cause of the dog, but the attitude of the dog's owner made her feel uncertain. If it couldn't be cured...she didn't want to take the risk.

"Hmph! Tell me sooner! It's a bit of a grind..."

The middle-aged man stomped his feet, unfastened his oxygen mask, hugged the golden retriever vigorously, and strode out of the consultation room, pointing and cursing incessantly.

Sun Xiaomeng has long been used to it, tried her best to hide the unwillingness and humiliation in her eyes, took off her mask calmly, and asked Zhang Zian, "Why did you come here so early in the morning? Also, why are you asking about dog food? Are you what do you know?"

Zhang Zian thought for a while, and said: "Oh, I just want to say that I have something to go abroad recently. There may be a typhoon in Binhai City this season. When I am away, if you have time, help me take care of the store. Of course you have to be careful here."

He temporarily changed his words and avoided answering her question, because he didn't know how to answer it, and he didn't want to talk nonsense about things he wasn't sure about.

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