Come with fame

The next morning, after Yan Zhun got up, he was surprised to find that Zhao Ranran had already cooked a pot of millet porridge, cooked four eggs, and a bottle of newly bought olive vegetables from the supermarket.

Yan Zhun took a sip of the hot millet porridge and silently felt the feeling of relief like an old father.

Zhao Ranran happily asked for credit: "Brother, how about it? Is it delicious?"

Yan Zhun praised: "Yeah, it's not bad."

Zhao Ranran hurriedly said, "I will be responsible for breakfast from now on. I got up at six o'clock this morning. Not only did I make breakfast, I also wrote half an English test paper!"

Yan Zhun quickly cooperated and praised him. Zhao Ranran was so beautiful that he was so happy that he rushed to wash the dishes after dinner, but Yan Zhun refused.

"Go to class now, don't be late, I'll just wash the dishes."

After sending Zhao Ranran away, Yan Zhun quickly cleaned the kitchen, changed his clothes, and rushed to work.

At noon, Yan Zhun received a call from Zhao Ranran, saying that she was taking advantage of the lunch break to rush to the hospital to see the kitten. The doctor said that the kitten was in a bad condition and suspected that it was cat plague and needed further examination.

Zhao Ranran said in a panic on the phone: "Brother, what should I do? The doctor said that if it was confirmed that it was cat plague, such a small cat probably wouldn't survive."

Yan Zhun was anxious when he heard this. This purebred Bengal cat that he had finally picked up from his fortune could not die just like that. He hurriedly told Zhao Ranran on the phone: "Please give the doctor your phone, I'll tell him."

The doctor told Yan Zhun carefully about the kitten's condition, and Yan Zhun hurriedly said, "What kind of examination should be done, you can do it for it, I'll rush over now."

Yan Zhun hung up the phone and explained to the customer who was still waiting for the medical treatment: "I have something to do at home. I'm suspending the medical treatment now and then continue working hours in the afternoon. Do you think you are discussing the order and checking directly when you come in the afternoon, or do I write you a card in the order and treating the medical treatment with the card in the afternoon?"

The three customers waiting to see the doctor looked at each other, and a cheerful personality said first: "No need to be so troublesome. We are still in line in the afternoon. Finally, you two are in front, and you have seen each other and can recognize them."

After arranging the customer for the treatment, Yan Zhun went over and said hello to Wang Xinyao, and then hurriedly took a taxi to the pet hospital.

Yan Zhunting regretted it. She was so excited last night that she never thought about feeding the kitten some summoned beast feeding agent in advance.

He made up his mind and arrived at the pet hospital later. If the kitten really had cat plague, he would take the little guy back and feed it to the first dose of the unified summoned beast feeding agent.

Yan Zhun rushed to the hospital and the kitten had already undergone examination.

Zhao Ranran asked nervously: "Brother, can't the kitten really get cat plague, right?"

Yan Zhun was actually not sure, but he was still calm when he could still hope to control the summoned beast feeding agent: "It won't be so unlucky. This little guy has a fate with us, so there will definitely be no problem."

Zhao Ranran seemed to have found the backbone in an instant and nodded repeatedly: "Yes, I have always been very lucky. I picked it up and will definitely benefit from it."

Half an hour later, the test results came out. I was lucky. The little guy just caught a cold and the doctor prescribed another set of anti-inflammatory infusions.

"Fortunately, I just had a common cold. I probably took a shower at home last night and caught a cold after I didn't dry it. Let's continue to be hospitalized first. Wait until the inflammation is eliminated, and I will look back for two days. If nothing happens, I can take it back."

Yan Zhun was sincerely relieved and was told that the deposit paid last night had been used up. Yan Zhun paid another 1,000 yuan deposit, and then took Zhao Ranran away from the pet hospital.

While standing by the roadside to stop the car, Yan Zhun received a call from Wang Xinyao, saying that a customer in the store was in a hurry to see the doctor and asked him to hurry up and go back.

Yan Zhun hung up the phone and happened to have a taxi coming. He hurriedly took Zhao Ranran into the car.

Zhao Ranran sat in the taxi and asked in a daze: "Brother, nothing will happen to the kitten, right?"

Yan Zhun glared at her: "I don't know if something happened to the kitten, but if you dare to sneak over to the hospital like this, I promise not to spare you easily!"

Zhao Ranran shrank his neck: "I'm just worried about it too much. Brother, I was wrong. I will definitely not come here by myself in the future."

Yan Zhun sent Zhao Ranran back to the cram school, and hurried back to the pharmacy.

Zhao Ranran looked at Yan Zhun's back as he trotted away, turned around, and walked towards the tutoring class, while taking out her cell phone and calling her mother, asking her mother to bring her some delicious food, saying that she was too tired of studying and wanted to eat the food her mother made.

Yan Zhun rushed back to the pharmacy and realized that the person who was waiting for the treatment was an old man who came here to see him.

The old man claimed that he was introduced by an old friend of his. When he was young, he drew drawings at work. He worked for many years and suffered from lumbar muscle strain. Since he got older, he would get sick if he was a little tired and would be unable to bear the pain in his back. At present, he was relying on taking medicine and massage.

The old man looked pretty average in his dress, holding a cloth bag from the bank to conduct an event. During the consultation, he found a thick stack of wrinkled treatment sheets from the bag.

In Yan Zhun's opinion, he is just an ordinary retired old man.

After treating the old man, he gave a set of acupuncture to relieve pain. The effect was surprisingly good, and the old man was very satisfied.

Then he planned to prescribe some Chinese medicine decoctions with low prices and a little commission according to the conventional treatment. Yan Zhun was about to pick up the pen and open the prescription when the old man's cell phone suddenly rang.

The old man took out his cell phone from a cloth bag, and the ringtone was deafening. It was a common elderly phone on the market. The screen was very wide and the font settings were particularly eye-catching.

Yan Zhun glanced at it and saw the caller ID on the screen with a note: Son.

The old man also looked at the screen of his phone, and there was a clear smile on his face. He answered the phone happily, but he became angry without saying a few words.

The old man shouted at his phone with anger: "Is it okay for you to send me money? What's wrong with 100,000 yuan? Who told you that I want to go on a trip?"

The elderly machine is not soundproof, and Yan Zhun can clearly hear the other party's urgent explanation.

The old man said irritably: "Ah, on the Dragon Boat Festival, everyone is reunited. I went to a bullshit sunset red tour group. Is that a trip to other places to relax? It's clearly a group of old guys abandoned by their children, and they got together to get up and get up!"

The old man's son probably didn't expect the old man to be so angry. He was so anxious on the other end of the phone and spoke incoherently. After explaining, he couldn't talk about the key points for a long time.

The old man was so angry that he cursed: "I tell you, you are rich. I can review the drawings myself now and earn more than 30,000 yuan a month. With the pension, I also have a salary of hundreds of thousands a year. Is the money I missed? What I missed is someone coming back to talk to me to relieve my boredom! What's the use of raising you? It's better to raise a dog, and at least I can still keep me with me!"

Yan Zhun stopped writing and looked at the old man in surprise. He really didn't realize that this old man is quite rich.
Chapter completed!