229 Psittacosis (1/2)

Chapter 229: Psittacosis

Translator: Nyoi-Bo StudioEditor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

Zhang Zian listened very patiently to Guo Dongyue's story, and making sure that Guo Dongyue had finished the story, he began to ask, ”What can I do to help you?”

Guo Dongyue remained silent and absorbed in his thoughts, then he spoke slowly. ”When I was in elementary school, my family kept two parrots.”

Zhang Zian turned around and looked at Richard, and he didn't know what to do—if Guo Dongyue wanted to borrow Richard, how was he going to say no?

”Not grey parrots.” Guo Dongyue seemed to have read Zhang Zian's mind. ”They were a pair of peach-faced lovebirds.”

”Oh, I see.” Zhang Zian rested assured, but he felt guilty about the fact that he felt relieved. If Richard was just an ordinary grey parrot, he wouldn't mind lending it to Guo Dongyue, but Richard was not just an ordinary parrot.

Peach-faced lovebirds were known for their fidelity and faithfulness to true love. And a couple of lovebirds were better when kept and raised together, otherwise one of them would end up in very low spirits.

In urban areas, many people kept birds as pets, and among birds, parrots were quite popular.

Zhang Zian was curious to know what happened to Guo Dongyue's parrots. ”Your parrots, have they died? Or have they flown away?”

Guo Dongyue shook his head, ”No, they are not dead nor have they flown away. They were given to another family as a gift.”

Many people impulsively decided to have pets, and when they did have pets, they found that they did not really like the pets, or their house was not suitable for pet keeping, so they decided to give them away as gifts. Such scenarios should not be advocated, but they were very common.

”That pair of lovebirds were given by others to my mother as a gift, and my mother loved them so much, she often taught them how to talk. But...” he touched his throat gently, ”but something went wrong with her respiratory tract...”

Zhang Zian didn't understand how these two things were related.

Just then, someone walked into the pet shop at a brisk pace.

”Was it psittacosis or PBL?” said a familiar voice.

It was Sun Xiaomeng. She hadn't changed her clothes; she was wearing a doctor's white gown, with her hands in her pockets, and a mask hung at one of her ears. She looked weary, and seemed like she was taking a walk away from the clinic.

Guo Dongyue was surprised by her appearance, and he looked at Zhang Zian, waiting for his introduction.

”Wait a minute! What is psittacosis? And what the hell is PBL? Can you say something that us ordinary people can understand? And say it in Chinese!” Zhang Zian wanted to satisfy his curiosity first.

”You are a pet shop owner, yet you don't know about this common knowledge?” Sun Xiaomeng sat down on the square head steel tube chair on which Guo Dongyue sat before. She pulled down her mask and put it into the pocket in her white gown, and murmured to herself, ”I'm so exhausted.”

”What common knowledge?” Zhang Zian tried very hard to recall, but he still couldn't remember if he had learned anything about psittacosis or PBL.

Guo Dongyue silently sized up Sun Xiaomeng, and he was not planning to explain it to Zhang Zian either.

Zhang Zian decided to find the answers by himself.