Chapter 44 Awkward Han Zhan
The living room was quiet.
The housekeeper went in for the third time, placing the washed fruit on the coffee table in front of Han Zhan. He saw Ah Xiu stumbling in from the side door. His leg still hadn't healed, even though his husband had hired several veterinarians. However, since his wife moved into the villa, his extreme mental state had improved, and he had become more cheerful.
Don't bite people randomly.
Do not hate evil people.
The servants in the villa can also try to deliver meals to it.
"What are you doing?" Han Zhan looked down at it.
"Woof!"
He looked in the direction it pointed and saw the fairy tale book. Han Zhan: "I don't know how to tell you such childish things. Only Shi Yin would spoil you like this."
Ash glared at him.
He bit the book, stood up and ran out.
The housekeeper standing nearby looked at Ah Xiu with a distressed look as he ran away, then sighed and shook his head. The master was really not in his right mind today. He kicked the dog whenever it came.
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The veterinary clinic is located in the old town.
The house is dilapidated.
The bluestone alley is also covered with thick moss.
Shi Yin followed the navigation to No. 589 Baiyun Middle Road, parked the car in the marked parking area, and slowly walked into the alley with her bag and umbrella. There were quite a lot of people here, and in the heavy snow, only pedestrians were passing by.
Walked some distance.
Passing by a hospital entrance, Shi Yin finally understood why there were so many people. There was actually a hospital specializing in heart care in this area, something she had never heard of before.
She didn't look at it much.
Go straight to your destination.
The veterinarian's business was brisk. Everywhere they looked, they saw Chinese domestic dogs. Some, their heads drooping, were receiving IV drips. Others, with impaired limbs and limbs, had undergone surgery and were wrapped in gauze, sitting docilely in their cages. When someone approached them, even if they didn't know them, the dogs would grin and wag their tails.
"Miss Shi?" the apprentice came over and asked.
"It's me."
"Come in, have you brought your pet's medical records?"
"I brought it."
Shi Yin followed him into the room behind the curtain, took out the medical record and the CT scan that Ah Xiu had taken earlier, and handed them to the doctor who had just given an anti-inflammatory injection to another small dog that had been hit by a car and only had its two front legs left.
The other party took it.
I looked at the CT scan carefully several times.
"Military dog?"
"yes."
"The hind leg was shot through by a bullet. With prompt diagnosis and treatment, it should be healed."
"My husband found him in the ruins after the war. He was an abandoned victim. We sent him for treatment, but he refused to cooperate and was too aggressive. The doctors couldn't do anything, so his treatment was delayed."
“It’s a mental illness.”
Animals can get depressed too.
Especially these military dogs that have undergone rigorous training, in their hearts, they are not dogs, but soldiers who fight side by side with tens of millions of special forces to defend the motherland.
Abandoned when hurt.
Let it fend for itself in the ruins.
Later, the inability to run properly caused a huge psychological gap, which led to depression. The doctor returned the medical records to Shi Yin and said, "This leg can be treated and healed. But there is a prerequisite. It must be mentally healthy when it is brought to the veterinary clinic. Otherwise, even if the surgery is performed, it will not be willing to lie down and rest for a long time."
"I can do that."
"It's not easy to comfort a wounded military dog."
"If one day doesn't work, try ten days. If ten days doesn't work, try a hundred days. It will eventually work," said Shi Yin.
She left the clinic.
When she left, the vet told her the latest timeframe was three months. Bringing the dog in during that timeframe for surgery would increase its chances of recovery. Shi Yin had already earned his trust, and she felt confident she could find her way into his heart. Based on mutual respect, she offered him warmth and care. Even if his defenses were deep, he would gradually soften and accept her.
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Han Zhan spent the whole day relaxing at home.
Maybe I'm too idle.
After learning from the housekeeper that Shi Yin had gone to the area near Baiyun Middle Road, he sent someone to check the surroundings. The pictures sent by the other party made him feel even worse. Almost at the sight of Song Sinian's sickly pale face, he slammed the laptop shut.
Baiyun Middle Road Heart Hospital.
Song Sinian vomited blood and fainted and was sent to Beijing Hospital. He was diagnosed with sinoatrial infarction and transferred to the hospital specializing in heart disease on Baiyun Middle Road the next day. He is now staying in the VIP ward.
Baiyun Middle Road is located in the western suburbs.
Whether it was from Beishan Villa or Shi's Building, it would take nearly an hour to drive there. She was really worried about her ex-fiancé, so she braved the heavy snow to go and visit him.
Han Zhan stayed in the study for a long time.
The chair was uncomfortable, so he sat on the black leather sofa next to it. This sofa, which he had specially selected as his favorite, felt very hard today, making it even more uncomfortable to sit on. He simply got up and stood by the window to enjoy the cool air.
I don’t know how long it blew.
My home clothes are almost soaked by the cold.
Han Zhan turned and left, leaving the study and going downstairs. As soon as he reached the entrance of the living room, he saw the housekeeper answering the phone and replied in a gentle voice: "Okay, madam, be careful on your way home."
The butler put down the receiver.
Turn sideways.
The butler was startled when he saw the man standing like a statue at the door.
"What did she say?" Han Zhan asked.
"Mrs. Madam said she was on her way to the old porridge shop in the northern suburbs to buy you some porridge and would be home in an hour. She also told me not to cook her meal because she had already eaten out."
"have eaten?"
"yes."
"Who did you eat with?"
"I don't know about that."
Han Zhan snorted. He probably ate with Song Sinian at the heart hospital. He just had a heart attack, didn't he? He wasn't dead, so why was he so concerned?
"Sir, I'll go prepare dinner then."
"You're busy."
Han Zhan replied and walked straight to the chaise longue sofa. This seat was Shi Yin's exclusive place. She would stay here whenever she had time. Han Zhan glanced at the blanket she had covered herself with, and then glanced at the small pillow with the lazy sheep pattern that she often hugged.
He sat down.
Covering her with a blanket, leaning heavily on her pillow.
When the housekeeper first entered the living room, Han Zhan was flipping through the fashion magazine that Shi Yin hadn't finished reading. When the housekeeper entered the living room the second time, Han Zhan was holding the tablet that Shi Yin had placed on the cabinet nearby, opening the team battle game she was playing, deliberately losing so that her teammates would scold her: "Lazy Sheep, who doesn't like cilantro, why are you so bad today?"
The butler entered the living room for the third time and he was doing nothing.
Looking at the clock on the wall.
Staring at the rotating minute and second hands.
When the time froze to 6:15 in the evening, Han Zhan said, "Didn't she say she would be home in an hour? Why hasn't she come back yet? She's diligent when she goes to other people's homes, but she delays when she comes home."
housekeeper:"?"
Seeing Han Zhan stand up, the housekeeper hurriedly called out: "Sir, are you going upstairs to rest?"
"Well, don't call me if you have nothing to do."
"But my wife will be home soon, and she'll bring you some porridge."
"No more."
The butler asked again: “?”
The butler watched the man disappear down the stairs to the second floor, still baffled. Then, the familiar Porsche Macan slowly approached from the tree-lined avenue. The butler's eyebrows rose, and he dropped his belongings, about to run out to greet his hostess. But before he could even take a step, the intercom in the hallway rang.
He walked over.
Answered the call from the study.
Putting the receiver to my ear, Han Zhan’s indifferent voice came from the other end: “Uncle Han, go upstairs and tell me to come down for dinner.”
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