Chapter 888 Hypoglycemia

The old lady, dressed in plain old clothes, said that she goes outside to pick up empty bottles every day. Although it is not clear whether she has other sources of income, she looks calm and happy when she tells the story, and she does not pick up empty bottles because of herself. bottle without any shame or feeling of inferiority.

Ever since Chu Manhua got type I diabetes, quit her job and broke up with her boyfriend, she felt that the whole sky had collapsed. Compared with the grandmother who picked up the empty bottle, I was born in a blessing and didn't know the blessing.

At first, Chu Manhua sympathized with the old lady, but later she found that the old lady didn't need sympathy from others at all. She didn't steal or rob, and she didn't beg along the street. Instead, she supported herself with her own hands and labor. There was nothing to be ashamed of. ? What is there to be inferior to?

It was Chu Manhua herself who needed sympathy. She blamed everyone and everything because of the little things, and blamed herself why diabetes found such a young self. If she were to switch positions with the old lady, she would have already died of worry, and she would never be as optimistic and cheerful as the old grandmother.

The old grandma finished talking about what happened in one breath, a little out of breath.

Zhang Zian asked with some comprehension: "So, you came here to ask, is this dog sick?"

The old lady nodded, "I know that I should go to a doctor when I'm sick, but the pet clinic charges are quite expensive, and I can't afford the money for the time being, so I wonder if you run a pet shop, can you tell what's wrong with this dog? If it's a minor illness, I'll buy medicine for it to treat, if it's a serious illness..."

She paused and said: "If it is a serious illness, I will miss its life if it continues to follow. It is best to find its owner. If it is not possible, find a social welfare that can adopt it and treat it. Institutions and such..."

When talking about this, she was also very reluctant. After all, this dog has been with her for a long time, and they have developed feelings for each other. She is very used to picking up a bottle and returning home, and a little life will come to greet her. No longer deserted.

However, if its condition is delayed because of this, she would rather let someone who can treat it to raise it,

Best to find its original owner.

Bomei lay obediently on the ground, not moving or screaming, as if she didn't know that she was about to part with her current master.

Chu Manhua couldn't bear to see it. She squeezed her mobile phone tightly, wanting to lend a helping hand, and paid for the puppy to see a doctor herself. Although she is not considered a rich person, since she got diabetes, her money concept has grown a little bit. Change.

However, she has not turned on the screen of her mobile phone for a long time. First, she is not sure whether her mobile phone is a smart phone and whether she can accept money transfers; It is charity.

Zhang Zian said almost without hesitation: "Old man, you don't need to look for its owner. It doesn't have an owner at all. If I guessed correctly, it is a dog that ran away from a breeding base a while ago."

"Ah? That's it...then you should return it to that breeding base!" the old woman said unexpectedly.

Zhang Zian smiled, pointed at the miniature poodle and said: "That breeding base is very black-hearted and cruel to pets. For example, for this miniature poodle, in order to sell it at a high price, it deliberately does not allow it to grow up, and it is always hungry. .”

The old lady took a deep breath, shook her head and sighed: "It's a crime, it's really a crime...people nowadays..."

"Also, even if you want to return it, there is no place to return it, because after media reports, the farm has fallen trees and scattered, and even the person in charge has fled. There were still some pets left there, But now it has been divided up by the employees who are asking for salary, in order to make up for the wages owed by the farm." Zhang Zian added, completely dispelling the grandmother's idea of ​​returning the dog.

"Oh, I've also heard about this." The male customer next to him interjected, "Why didn't I have such good luck? After I heard about it, I went outside to pick up cats and dogs, but it was too late. I didn’t even pick up a single hair! I was frozen all night for nothing!”

The old lady was relieved when she heard that the puppy had no owner at all, and there was no need to return it to the original owner, but then she became even more worried. If the medical treatment would cost a lot of money, would it really be necessary to send it to a pet adopter? To a social welfare agency?

When Zhang Zian was talking, his eyes were not idle, he kept observing this Bomei. Although it behaved very well and quietly, he still didn't dare to pick it up and observe it—unless he was sure enough, he shouldn't touch a strange dog rashly. This is common sense, otherwise he couldn't blame others for being bitten.

Until he confirmed that it had no urge to bite, he carefully stretched his hand from behind to its armpit, hugged it, and observed it carefully in all directions.

After picking him up, his first feeling was that the dog was very thin, and his body temperature seemed to be higher than normal. Knowing without actually taking a temperature is a sensitivity that only comes with dealing with different dogs every day.

Small dogs have a higher body temperature than large dogs, and large dogs have a higher body temperature than humans. If you use a thermometer inserted into its chrysanthemum to measure the body temperature of this Pomeranian, it is estimated to be 9 to 4o degrees, which is higher than normal. high.

In addition, its limb muscles are slightly weaker than dogs of the same age. Of course, this may also be due to malnutrition caused by loss of appetite.

The old lady stared at Bomei worriedly with cloudy eyes, she wanted to know if Zhang Zian saw something, but she was afraid to disturb him, so she didn't dare to ask.

Zhang Zian only checked for two or three minutes, then gently put Bomei back on the ground, and said, "You don't need to worry too much, and there is no need to send it to a welfare institution, it is indeed sick, but the treatment cost is very low , don’t need to spend a lot of money, just need to pay more attention to take care of it.”

The old lady let out a long sigh of relief, and asked in surprise, "Then... what's wrong with it?"

"Hypoglycemia." Zhang Zian said firmly.

"what?"

"what?"

Several people present came out in unison, and then looked at Chu Manhua in unison. They were too familiar with the term hypoglycemia. They still remembered the situation where Chu Manhua was almost in danger because of hypoglycemia before, as if it just happened yesterday. .

Wang Gan opened his mouth wide open, and his eyes almost popped out.

Chu Manhua herself was also stunned, and covered her mouth with her hand in disbelief—what a coincidence? Is this dog hypoglycemic too? ...

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