1450 Intractable disease (1/2)

There was no trace of wind in the air, and within a few steps, Zhang Zian's clothes were drenched with sweat.

Fortunately, the pet clinic is not too far away, and he walks fast, and he will be there in ten minutes.

Sun Xiaomeng's car was parked in front of the clinic. The hood was still hot, and another unknown luxury car was parked next to it.

It was early in the morning, and the clinic was empty.

Zhang Zian pushed the door.

Nurse Longxian was yawning as she cleans up the nurse's table, and when she saw him, she quickly covered her mouth with her hands.

\”Director Zhang, is there something for you to be here so early?\” he asked.

\”Is there an emergency?\” He asked openly without hesitating.

\”Yes. Miss Xiao Meng just entered,\” she replied with certainty.

\”Well...what animal is it? A cat? A dog?\” He asked again. If the answer was not a dog, then he would go back to his house to avoid disturbing others.

\”Dog. I was still sleeping when I heard it slamming the door.\” Long Xian was afraid that the customers inside could hear her and murmured. She usually sleeps in the clinic, and it can save her a lot of rent.

\”Oh...what's wrong? Trauma? Or ...\” he asked again.

\”Uh...it's not trauma. If it's a trauma, I won't call Sister Xiaomeng...Anyway, It's not in good shape. I can't see anything wrong with it either.\” She shook her head.

\”Shall I go in and see?\” He asked.

Longxian laughed. \”As long as the customer has no complaints, that is fine. Why not wear a mask? The customer may think that you are a veterinarian.\”

Zhang Zian took the mask she had handed him, walked to the entrance of the clinic, and then probed and looked inside.

A golden retriever was lying on the consultation table, looking very weak.

Sun Xiaomeng held a stethoscope and moved back and forth between its chest and abdomen. Although she wore a mask to cover most of her face, he still could see that her face was rather serious, which meant that the condition of the golden retriever might not be good.

The golden retriever's master was a middle-aged man. He stood anxiously beside and kept asking, \”How is it? How is it?\”

\”Cough!\”

Zhang Zian coughed and made a gesture for him to calm down and stop talking, for it is affecting the doctor's diagnosis and treatment.

Sun Xiaomeng raised her eyebrows unexpectedly when she saw him, but didn't say anything, focused on examining the golden retriever.

The middle-aged man may have really treat Zhang Zian as a medical staff in the clinic, but just glanced at him. Nevertheless, he did stop asking further questions.

Zhang Zian looked around and saw that this golden retriever's eyes were dull, its response to a stranger's arrival was slow, was not moving much, and its eyeballs were a little pale. It lay on the side of the consultation table, and its mouth was not closed. Its tongue dangled weakly from its mouth, and the saliva moistened the white cloth.

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