"When did the symptoms appear?" Zhang Zian asked.
"Just now! An hour ago... no more than two hours at most!" The middle-aged man replied.
Zhang Zian pondered for a moment, calculated the time, and asked, "What did you feed it in the morning?"
"As usual, fried rice with eggs and sausage, with some vegetables in it."
"How much did you feed?"
"Just one bowl."
"How big is the bowl?"
The man gestured with his hand. It was a large bowl. Although it was not considered a Shanghai bowl, it was two circles larger than ordinary bowls.
"Then you didn't eat anything else in the morning?"
"No." The man replied firmly.
"Are you sure?" Zhang Zian asked suspiciously.
"What is there to be certain about? I feed it like this every day, and it is eating well!" The man's tone became unfriendly again, thinking that Zhang Zian was trying to shirk responsibility.
"Eggs, sausages, and rice haven't gone bad?"
"Nonsense! Everyone in our family eats this. If it goes bad, can we eat it?" The man yelled.
"Calm down. I have to ask clearly to know what's going on." Zhang Zian remained calm.
He turned his gaze and noticed that the little fat tiger hesitated to speak, and wanted to say something, but he seemed to be afraid of his father's anger, so he hesitated to say it. So he bent down and asked kindly, "Is the calf eating other things? If you want to save it, you must tell the truth."
The middle-aged man frowned and was about to explode when he saw his son's hesitant expression. He was familiar with this expression. He would have this expression every time his son didn't finish his homework or failed the exam and wanted to muddle through. His heart skipped a beat, and he asked with a straight face, "Did you feed it anything else after breakfast?"
The little fat tiger finally stopped crying, and was frightened by his father's cold face, so he started to cry again, "Wuuuuuu... I want to eat a few pieces of the box of meat floss biscuits my grandma gave me yesterday. , I will feed it a few pieces... "
The man asked: "How much did you feed?"
The little fat tiger looked at his father's face, and said in a low voice: "No... not a few dollars..."
"How much is a few yuan? How hard is it to say a whole sentence? You're going to kill me!" The man stomped his feet angrily and shouted.
As a mother, Liu Wenying couldn't bear to watch it anymore. She didn't want to watch the excitement, let alone cause trouble, but she couldn't pretend not to see someone bullying her child. She pushed Yueyue to Zhao Qi, took two steps forward and said: "You have something to say, what are you doing scaring the child? You are quite old, really... You see, this child is too frightened to speak. …”
The man was very displeased when he was suddenly stabbed horizontally. He gave Liu Wenying a sideways glance, "My family's education method is like this, what's your business?"
"You... you..." Liu Wenying was so angry that she pointed at him and was speechless.
Zhao Qi pulled her from behind, meaning let's leave it alone, and let Zhang Zian handle the mess that Zhang Zian made by himself. Even so, Zhao Qi quietly took out his mobile phone and dialed 110, but he didn't dial out, just in case.
"Everyone stay calm." Zhang Zian inserted between them, separating them, "The most urgent thing is not to educate the children, but to see what's wrong with the ball."
He knelt down and put his hands on the little fat tiger's shoulders, "Little friend, you must not hide it at this time. If you feed it anything and how much, you must tell it honestly, otherwise it will delay its development." The condition, even if it is cured, may result in disability.”
The little fat tiger peeked at his father, then at the listless Samoyed, and lowered his head.
"Hey... hello... one..." Little Fat Tiger "one" for a long time without "one".
"Feed a piece?" the man asked.
"Hey... half..."
The man's eyes widened in shock, "Did you two finish that three-pound box of biscuits?"
The little fat tiger took a few steps back, and then nodded.
"I was not hungry in the morning, I didn't eat a few mouthfuls of rice... I was hungry again after a while, so I went to eat biscuits..."
"You skipped breakfast on purpose just to eat biscuits!" The man knew himself too well, no matter what new snacks he got, he couldn't keep them for a few days, and he would eat them all soon. The child's mother was afraid that he would grow too fat and would not let him eat like this, so he didn't eat the main meal and emptied his stomach for snacks. The child's mother was even more afraid that he would be hungry, so she didn't care.
However, the problem is that the Samoyed is different from the little chubby tiger, it is already full in the morning.
Zhang Zian asked again: "Did it go to drink water after eating?"
Little Fat Tiger nodded again.
"Did you eat anything else?"
"And... there's an apple..."
The grown-ups were speechless for a moment, this shit is too tasty. People can't stand eating so much, let alone a half-sized puppy.
"It's no wonder," Zhang Zian said, "It ate too much, couldn't digest it, and was stretched."
Although the middle-aged man also felt that it was possible, he was still dubious, "Are you sure?"
Zhang Zian pointed to Samoyed's abdomen and said, "Come and touch it, touch it lightly, touch its last rib."
Little Fat Tiger wanted to touch it, but his father slapped his hand off.
The middle-aged man stretched out his hand.
Zhang Zian reminded again: "Be sure to touch gently. The last rib of a dog is thin and soft, especially if it is a puppy, it is easy to break if you press hard."
The middle-aged man touched the spot Zhang Zian was pointing at.
"How can you tell if a dog is full? Touch it after feeding, and feel that its stomach is stretched up to the last rib, which means it is full. It has lasted. You can feel where its stomach is swollen now. It has eaten enough in the morning, and it is fed biscuits, and then drinks water after feeding. The biscuits immediately swell in the stomach, and it can No wonder it feels good. The dog is still young, so he can't eat that much."
The man immediately felt that his stomach was about to burst, no wonder he was vomiting and diarrhea, it was because the self-protection mechanism of the intestines and stomach had worked.
"Little bastard! Let you feed me! I'll let you find trouble for nothing!"
The middle-aged man blushed and raised his hand to scare the little fat tiger, but in the end he was still not willing to fight.
The little fat tiger simply hid behind Zhang Zian, looking at his father with a guilty conscience.
Zhang Zian educated the little fat tiger: "In the future, you must never feed it blindly. This time it should be fine, just buy some medicine and take it. Don't feed it today, it should be fine tomorrow."
"I'm really sorry, Boss, I was too reckless this time! I'm sorry, I almost wronged you!" The middle-aged man blushed and his neck was thick, and there were Zhao Qi and Liu Wenying watching beside him, which made him feel even worse. I'm sorry.