Little Pudding Grows Adult Teeth (2)
After going through some examinations, Wen Ting let out a sigh of relief: “Fortunately, it only vomited and doesn’t have a fever. According to the vomit, it should be gastritis and not a mild case. It might have been brought about by improper food or drink or maybe its stomach caught a chill.”
Lu Chenghe said: “Just because he was fed those extra pieces of meat?” He was attentive about food. Even if he fed a bit extra, it wasn’t possible for him to have fed him to the point of bursting.
Wen Ting was somewhat helpless: “It is exactly because you are usually too meticulous and his quantity of food is too delicate. Thus, when he ate those large pieces of meat and furthermore, eating several pieces at once, this led to him being unable to digest the meat. Little Pudding is already somewhat big, it’s possible to let him tear things himself when feeding him. Otherwise, he’ll get used to chewing twice and swallowing it immediately after, and if he eats a bit of something that is somewhat hard to digest, his digestive system won’t be able to stand it.”
Seeing that after the doctor fed him medicine, Little Pudding, who was originally always somewhat trembling, gradually calmed down, Lu Chenghe also breathed a sigh of relief. In the end, he raised the dog by himself, and he also had some affection for him, seeing him suffer made him feel distressed as well.
Wen Ting left a small box of stomach medicine and told him: “For the next two days, it should eat things that are easy to digest. It might be a little dispirited mentally so let it rest well. When dogs fall ill and feel unwell, they can’t say it, so for these next two days, carefully look after it. It would be better if you could somewhat keep it company more. In the future, it would be best to pay a bit more attention to what Little Pudding eats. If it isn’t dog food, it’s best if it swallows after chewing it thoroughly.”
Lu Chenghe heard what was said and nodded. The steward also let out a sigh of relief: “You’ve truly worked hard. It is this late yet you still hastily rushed over.”
Wen Ting smiled as he spoke: “It’s fine as long as Little Pudding is fine.” The reason why he’d always thought that Chinese rural dogs were good was that as long as they were fed, they could be raised well. They weren’t fragile at all.
The servant cleaned up the room and got rid of the vomit. Having been tortured until the middle of the night, Lu Chenghe looked at Little Pudding who had already eaten his medicine and fallen asleep. He gently stroked his ear: “You, you really know how to torture people.”
That little ear in Lu Chenghe’s hand shook but he didn’t wake up, he slept very deeply. Lu Chenghe was worried that his illness would return at night so he had carried him onto the bed.
Perhaps that medicine had a certain calming effect, Zuo Ning slept until dawn. Aside from the slight discomfort in his stomach, he never felt pain like last night again. However, the dog’s four limbs were all powerless and his head was also dizzy. He opened his eyes and saw that the bed was already vacant. Thinking that Lu Chenghe might have gone to the company, he didn’t want to get up and just continued sleeping.
When Lu Chenghe returned from his morning run, he didn’t see the dog on the first floor so he returned to the room to find that Little Pudding was still sleeping. He had no choice but to step forward and pick him up. As expected, Little Pudding opened his eyes as soon as he approached. Lu Chenghe laughed: “You’ve woken up but you aren’t getting up. You’re really getting more and more lazy.”
Zuo Ning extended his paw to swat at Lu Chenghe’s chest weakly: “Awoo.” I’ve even fallen ill yet you won’t let this dog sleep in. Bad review.
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