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The old lady dressed simply and old, and said that she went out to pick up empty bottles every day. Although she was not sure if she had any other sources of income, she looked calm and happy when she told the story. She did not feel any shame because she picked up empty bottles, nor did she feel inferior.

Since Chu Manhua got type i diabetes, quit his job and broke up with her boyfriend, she felt that the whole sky had collapsed, her life was dark, she could not see the future, and even gave up on herself for a long time. However, compared with this old lady who picked up empty bottles every day in the cold wind and scorching sun, she was simply born in a blessing without knowing it.

At first, Chu Manhua sympathized with the old lady, but later she found that the old lady did not need sympathy for others. She did not steal or rob, and did not beg on the street. Instead, she relied on her own hands and supported herself by labor. What should I be ashamed of? What can I be inferior to others?

It was Chu Manhua herself who needed sympathy. She complained about the trivial matters and complained about why diabetes had found such a young self. If she had exchanged positions with the old lady, she would have been worried about her long ago and would never have been as optimistic and cheerful as the old lady.

The old lady finished the incident in one breath and was a little gasping.

Zhang Zian asked with some clarity: "So, are you here to ask if this dog is sick?"

The old lady nodded, "I know I should look for a doctor when I am sick, but the charges for pet clinics are quite expensive. I can't afford that money for the time being, so I wonder if you run a pet store. Can you tell what disease this dog is suffering from? If it is a minor illness, I will buy medicine for it to go back to treat it. If it is a serious illness..."

She paused and said, "If it is a serious disease, letting it continue to follow me will miss its life. It is best to find its owner. If it really doesn't work, look for social welfare institutions that can adopt it and treat it..."

When she talked about this, she was also reluctant to leave. After all, this dog has been with her for a long time and has developed feelings for each other. She is very used to picking up bottles and returning home. After she returns home, a little life will come to greet her, and the house is no longer deserted.

However, if its condition is delayed because of this, she is more willing to let someone who can cure it to raise it, and it is best to find its original owner.

Bomi lay obediently on the ground, not moving or screaming, and seemed to know that she was about to part with her current owner.

Chu Manhua couldn't bear it. She pinched her cell phone tightly and wanted to lend a helping hand. She paid for the puppy to treat the doctor. Although she was not a rich man, her view of money had changed since she had diabetes.

However, she has not lit up the screen of her mobile phone for a long time, because she is not sure whether the old lady's phone is a smartphone or whether she can accept the transfer; secondly, she does not know whether these things will damage the old lady's self-esteem and will be considered by the old lady as a gift.

Zhang Zian said almost without thinking: "Old man, you don't have to try your best to find its owner. It has no owner at all. If I'm right, it's a dog that ran out of a breeding base a while ago."

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

Zhang Zian smiled and pointed to the mini poodle and said, "That breeding base is very unscrupulous and cruel to pets. For example, this mini poodle, in order to sell it at a high price, deliberately prevents it from growing up and always starves it."

The old lady took a breath, shook her head and sighed: "It's really a sinful person... people now..."

"Also, even if you want to return it, there is no place to pay it back, because after media reports, the farm had already fallen and the money was scattered, and even the person in charge ran away. There were some pets left there, but now they have been divided up by employees who are asking for salary. In order to make up for the farm's wages, Zhang Zian added, completely dispelling the old lady's idea of ​​returning the dog.

"Oh, I've heard of this," the male customer next to me interrupted, "Why don't I have such good luck? I heard that after I heard that I went outside to pick up cats and dogs, but I went too late and didn't even pick up a single hair! I was frozen all night!"

The old lady heard that the puppy had no owner at all and did not need to return it to the original owner. She was relieved, but then she became even more worried. If it costs a lot of money to treat the disease, would she really have to send it to a social welfare institution that adopts pets?

When Zhang Zi'an spoke, his eyes were not idle, and he was observing this Pomei. Although it was very well-behaved and quiet, he still didn't dare to pick it up and observe it unless he was confident enough, he should not rashly touch a strange dog. This is common sense, otherwise he would not blame others if he was bitten.

Until he confirmed that it did not have the urge to bite, he carefully reached his hand from behind to his armpit, picked it up, and observed it carefully in all directions.

After picking it up, his first feeling was that the dog was very thin and his body temperature seemed to be higher than normal. You can know without really taking the temperature. This is a sensitivity that only when you contact different dogs every day.

Small dogs have a slightly higher body temperature than large dogs, while large dogs have a slightly higher body temperature than humans. If you use a thermometer to insert its chrysanthemum into it, it will be estimated to be 39 to 40 degrees, which is higher than normal.

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 with her turbid eyes worriedly. She wanted to know if Zhang Zian saw something, but she was afraid to disturb him and did not dare to ask.

Zhang Zian only checked for two or three minutes, then gently put Bomei back to the ground and said, "You don't have 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, and it doesn't cost much, you just need to pay more attention to taking care of it."

The old lady breathed a sigh of relief and asked in surprise: "Then... what disease does it have?"

"Hyperglycemia." Zhang Zi'an said confidently.

"ah?"

"ah?"

Several people present came out in unison, and then looked at Chu Manhua at the same time. They were so familiar with the term hypoglycemia. They still remembered the situation where Chu Manhua almost had danger due to hypoglycemia before, just like what happened yesterday.

Wang Qian's mouth opened his biggest, and his eyes were almost glaring out.

Chu Manhua himself was also shocked. He covered his mouth with his hands in disbelief. It was such a coincidence? This dog also has hypoglycemia?

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