The girl at the front desk answered every question: "It is called Chen Nuo."
Chen Nuo? Wen Yan had a headache. Mark Tingchen didn't speak very well to her. She never thought that he would ask Chen Nuo to send these things. If he hadn't asked, Chen Nuo wouldn't have dared to send them. I really don't know what he was thinking . Now that the weather is hot, the shelf life of these foods is the same day, and she can't finish them, so she thought for a while and said, "I'll save some, share the rest, I can't finish it."
The girl at the front desk happily hugged the things and sent them, and even specially reserved the best one for Lin Sa. Lin Sa looked at the signboard on the snack box and said, "It looks like we're going to reconcile, and all the food has been sent to the company"
The girl at the front desk didn't know, so: "Boss Lin, what did you say?"
Lin Sa shook her head: "It's nothing, go ahead."
After get off work in the afternoon, Wen Yan didn't ask Chen Mengyao to pick him up, and took a taxi back by himself. She got off work earlier, and Chen Mengyao's time was not right, so she didn't want to be too troublesome.
As soon as she entered the door, she felt that something was wrong. Normally, Tangyuan would rush out to rub her, but today there was no movement. She recalled that the last time she saw Tangyuan was before she went out this morning. She went to change it for drinking water and cat food. At that time, Tangyuan lay in the nest and didn't pay much attention to her. It didn't sleep well when it rained, and only now did it feel that something was wrong.
While calling Tangyuan's name, she searched for it, and suddenly found that Tangyuan was still lying in the cat's litter just like in the morning, without even touching the cat's food and water. He looks like he's about to die!
She didn't know what was wrong with it, so she hurriedly picked it up and put it in a cat bag and sent it to the pet hospital. After a preliminary examination, the veterinarian concluded: "Cat plague. If treated, there is a 40% survival rate. The mortality rate is 60%, and the cost is not very cheap, so hurry up and think about it. Let me make it clear that the mortality rate of this disease is quite high, and it may not be cured after treatment."
Wen Yan's eyes turned red immediately: "Cure! It must be cured!"
Tangyuan is not just a pet cat to her, but also the dawn that breaks into her life when she is frustrated. She is a poor little guy like her. She is its only support. If she doesn't save it, who will save it?
? It was already past ten o'clock in the evening after the infusion of glutinous rice balls and the medicine were given at the pet hospital. The doctor saw that Wen Yan was pregnant, and reminded: "In the future, the infusion will be delivered every day, and it will take about half a day. You'd better take the medicine home and feed it yourself. It's very difficult to feed the cat. There must be someone else in your family." ?¡±
? In the eyes of ordinary people, it is never possible for pregnant women to bring pets to the pet hospital. Pregnant women avoid such occasions and pets. Even if they like pets themselves, their family members will avoid contact with them.
Wen Yan was extremely exhausted, and shook his head dejectedly: "I live alone with the cat I can give it medicine."
The doctor shook his head, picked up the glove that was scratched by the glutinous rice balls and shook it: "No matter how close the cat is to its owner, it will still overreact when feeding the medicine. It's instinct, it will scratch you, and it's not good for pregnant women. The hospital can only feed you the medicine once a day during the infusion, and you have to feed it yourself after you go home. This is a long-term battle, and you can¡¯t handle it alone. Or you can only trust me for a long time, but ¡For a creature like a cat, the existence of the owner is very important, it has to look at you to feel at ease, and it is also good for the condition, so trusteeship is not recommended.¡±
Wen Yan was silent, she felt pale and weak at this moment, looking at the dying glutinous rice balls in her arms, she didn't know what to do.
Suddenly, the phone rang. She didn't look at the caller ID, and directly pressed the answer button. Usually, only Chen Mengyao would call her at this time. As soon as the call was connected, she choked up and said, "Tangyuan is sick, cat plague, it's very serious. I'm in pet care now." Hospital, I can't do it aloneYaoyaocan you help me? I really can't do anythingI can't take care of you"
There was no response from the other end of the phone, she thought she had accidentally hung up, and looked at the screen of the phone suspiciously, and suddenly found that the caller was not Chen Mengyao, but Mo Tingchen!
When she thought of crying to him just now, she was annoyed: "I'm sorry I thought it was Yaoyao's call"
"Which pet hospital is it? Send me the address, and I'll come right away." Mark Tingchen didn't sloppy, and he didn't laugh at her for being desperate for a cat. Even though his tone was very cold, she still couldn't hold back the soreness of her nose: "Actually, you don't have to worry about me"
Mark Tingchen paused for two seconds: "Wait until you are not Mrs. Mu before you say this. Don't talk nonsense. Send me the address."
As the phone was hung up, Wen Yan regained his composure, and hesitantly sent the address. Tangyuan is for her??It is very important. To Mark Tingchen, it is just a stray cat that he picked up. He can help on a whim, but he may not always help.
When Mark Tingchen arrived, the pet hospital was closed. Wen Yan's thin figure stood quietly outside the pet hospital, and could easily be ignored. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com