Rong Huang was kneaded so much that he almost fell into the wash basin.

Fortunately, Qiu Zhao freed up a hand to support Rong Huang, otherwise he would be dizzy.

After cleaning the blood on Rong Huang's face, Qiu Zhao rubbed Rong Huang's hair with the towel he had just wiped his hair.

After a few rounds, Rong Huang's cat face was almost done.

"The doctor is almost here too." Qiu Zhao muttered in a low voice, wiped Rong Huang's four pink pads with water, and then hugged Rong Huang out of the bedroom.

The family doctor Qiu's family lived close to Qiu Zhao's home, and it was only a few minutes' drive away.

When Qiu Zhao and Rong Huang went downstairs, they saw Shi Shiran, the family doctor, sitting in the living room with a medicine kit.

"Sir, are you unwell?" Seeing Qiu Zhao, the family doctor stood up subconsciously, with a respectful tone in his tone.

"It's not me." Qiu Zhao raised Rong Huang a bit, "It's her."

family doctor:"???"

The family doctor looked at a tiny little cat with a little doubt about life, "Sir, I am not a veterinarian..."

Qiu Zhao frowned, and his tone was not so good. "So you can't watch it?"

The family doctor is not good at hitting the swollen face to fill the fat man, and nodded naturally, "Yes, this needs a special veterinarian to see."

"Can you trust it?" Qiu Zhao's mind showed the two **** appearances on Rong Huang's face just now, and he felt inexplicably, "Call him and ask him to come over."

"Some and some." The family doctor quickly took out his mobile phone and contacted a familiar veterinarian.

Half an hour later, the middle-aged veterinarian arrived.

Seeing the short-footed cat lying on the sofa, the veterinarian asked, "Excuse me, what is her situation?"

Qiu Zhao described the situation just now, emphasizing that Rong Huang had a nosebleed, "Did she eat something bad?"

Qiu Zhao really has no experience in raising cats.

He would rather sign a few big orders, and be busy every day until the early hours of the morning, rather than going around a cat.

This is a waste of time.

Time management guru Qiu Zhao said it was not worth it at all.

The veterinarian conducted a simple inspection on Rong Huang and finally concluded that it was because of the recent dry weather that the kitten got caught up and had a nosebleed.

Getting angry... Rong Huang rolled his eyes secretly, this uncle would really talk nonsense.

The veterinarian left the doctor's order and left with the family doctor.

After the two doctors left, Aunt Sun told Qiu Zhao that the meal was ready and it was time for lunch.

Qiu Zhao rubbed Rong Huang's fat cat face and told Aunt Sun, "Take out the cat food I bought today from the shopping bag, and give it to her to eat."

He lowered his head and said to Rong Huang, "I don't know what Huaqing has eaten for you. From today on, you should start paying attention to your diet."

Rong Huang: "?????!!!"

The king is just a cat, not a human being, so why pay attention to diet?

Qiu Zhao bought a cat rice bowl. Aunt Sun brought it along with the cat food and put it on the floor beside the dining table, calling Rong Huang to come over, "Mimi, come here, we have dinner."

What kind of food, what kind of food, this king is delicate and expensive, so he doesn't eat cat food.

Eat meat, big chunks!

Sitting at the dining table, Qiu Zhao looked in the direction of the living room. He saw Rong Huang slumping on the sofa and ignoring people. Knowing what she was making, he stood up and held Rong Huang in front of the cat's rice bowl.

The back of the big palm calm Huang's head all the way to the tip of his tail, so that Rong Huang's body became soft, and he couldn't help snoring in his throat.