Pet King

Chapter 7: The Pet's Home

Her voice transmitted through the gauze mask, sounding a bit stuffy.

White coats were a magical existence. When one was put on, it could perfectly conceal any merit or defect of the original body, although the white coats in the movies were not the same as here.

This woman was wearing a white coat, covering her face with a gauze mask, and wearing a disposable head cover that was usually used in surgical rooms. Zhang Zian could only see her bright and clean forehead, her glistening eyes, and a little bit of black hair sticking out from the head cover.

"Yeah, I own a pet shop and wanted to check on the supply," he replied.

The woman peeked outside then turned around and said, "I'll take you in, but today we are short-handed, so we're a little busy."

"I noticed," he responded with a smile.

The Pet's Home store also had a waiting room, but it was all one big, open space, not like the few small ones in the Love Lovely Pet store. "Please wait here, I will go and get someone to help you." The woman brought him up to the entrance of the waiting room but didn't go inside. Zhang Zian followed her and asked, "Can I visit the breeding ground?"

He was just trying to check if this was possible, because he wasn't sure whether this woman worked here or not. Perhaps she was just a temporarily hired vet for the pets, and her words didn't count.

Almost without any hesitation, the woman nodded. "That's fine, you can follow me."

Following this woman, he walked by the waiting room, the office, and the storage room. Way in the back, there was a large area blocked by a metal fence. The smell of chemical disinfectant was discernable from far away; one couldn't miss it even if he closed his eyes.

The fence was loosely held, without a lock. The woman easily opened the door. "Come in."

Behind the door, there was a world of pets.

Over ten rows of breeding houses built with red bricks were lined up in order, like troops lined up for review. There was a two-meter-wide corridor in between the rows. A man was working in a sterilized, light-blue one-piece uniform.

The man was carrying a sprayer; both hands were wearing latex gloves, holding the sprayer pole, and spraying the diluted sterilizer while he stepped backward.

"Dad! We have a guest!" the woman called from the back.

The man did not respond at all, instead continuing his spray job.

Besides the noise from the sprayer, they were surrounded by a few hundred pets, and the many barks were enough to cover normal voices.

The woman smiled at Zhang Zian apologetically, but the smile was hidden behind the gauze mask, so he only saw her eyebrow curved.