Dressed as a substitute lover of a wealthy old man

"Doctor, is he all right?"

"There is no major problem for the time being." In the hospital, the doctor wrote in the medical record book without raising his head. Eat spicy food..."

"Hey, okay, thank you doctor."

After listening to the doctor's order, Fan Tong returned to the ward with the case book, dragged a chair and sat beside the bed.

Tong Yuan was lying on the bed for infusion, his eyes were closed, his face was pale and pitiful, and there was no family member who could come and see him.

Back then, when he first knew that he was going to follow Tong Yuan, he thought he was a vixen who wanted to get a step up to the sky without any effort because of his good looks, but after reading the information, he realized that this kid's life is really not easy.

Not to mention the alcoholic father who died prematurely at the booth, and the gambler mother who ran away without a trace.

When he first arrived at the hospital, he forgot about this, and asked the child if he wanted to contact his family to take a look. Isn't this just sprinkling salt on someone's wound?

"Hey……"

What a shame.

"What's wrong? What did the doctor say?"

Tong Yuan just got better when he heard Fan Tong sighing beside him.

"Wake up!"

Seeing that Tong Yuan was about to wake up, Fan Tong shook the bed for him, and stuffed another pillow in the back: "The doctor said that it is enough to take good care of him, pay attention to eating, and I will buy whatever you want."

Tong Yuan shook his head, he vomited up all the food he ate just now, and he has no appetite now.

The more Fan Tong looked at the side, the more he felt distressed. After thinking about it, he remembered that the child was quite happy when Pei Xiangyu came over today. He immediately took a photo of Tong Yuan on the bed and sent his big boss an address.

I don't know if I'll come or not, I've already put him to sleep, and I should let him know if I'm sick. Anyway, Mr. Pei told him today that he can contact Tong Yuan directly.

Those who are sick have come to the emergency department, so it is definitely not a minor illness, and it is appropriate to inform them.

At the same time, Xu Qian, the store manager of a large chain pet agency, was accompanying their major shareholder in the VIP room.

Nearly 40.00% of their store's annual turnover is contributed by this boss and customer. Thanks to this, their store's performance can be far ahead of many branches.

But he was really a little wishful thinking.

Because the big client has been sitting there flipping through the financial magazines in his hands, he doesn't need to talk to him at all.

The customer's mobile phone on the table vibrated suddenly, and Xu Qian followed suit. He glanced at the indifferent big customers, thinking that these big people are awesome, and they don't even read any messages.

Unlike him, with a mobile phone in his hand, he wished to be on call 24 hours a day, for fear that something might go wrong in the store or he would miss instructions from his boss.

The phone vibrated twice, and the customer didn't even look up. He didn't close the magazine and pick up the phone until he finished reading a report.

"How long will it be better?"

"I'll go take a look for you!"

As soon as the customer asked a question, Xu Qian immediately implemented it.

Pei Xiangyu clicked on the photo that Fan Tong had sent him. The child was lying on the bed hanging water, looking pitiful, buried under the quilt, almost no one could be found.

"Mr. Pei, No. [-], No. [-] and No. [-], No. [-] have been finished, No. [-] and No. [-] have just been blown dry, No. [-] and No. [-] are being styled, and it will take about an hour. Do you have anything to do?"

"Well, a new animal is sick, I'll go and see."

"Eh? Mr. Pei has a new animal?"

Xu Qian's eyes lit up, this is going to make money again!

"The newcomer's name should be No. [-], right? What breed, German Shepherd or Chow Chow? I've been keeping an eye out for you recently, and I haven't found a particularly pure breed."

"Breed?" Pei Xiangyu thought for a while, "It's probably a bichon, quite clingy."

"Bichon?"

Xu Qian was a little surprised, when did this guy raise a small dog?

"Well," Pei Xiangyu chuckled, "I'll go and see him, call me when it's over here."

"Okay, when a small animal is sick, you need to accompany it more, which can enhance the relationship between the owner and the pet. If the disease is severe, you can bring it here. We are professional here!"

Xu Qian almost sent the rich man out, even a small dog, so he could make some money.And judging by the way this customer treats those pet babies, he shouldn't be stingy.

"Hey, why don't you bring some pet snacks, the new pets are afraid of strangers, so it's good to bring some treats!"

Pei Xiangyu casually took the dog chew gum that Xu Qian handed over, glanced at it, and said with a smile, "He can't eat this."

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In the convenience store downstairs of the hospital, Fan Tong was waiting for the porridge being heated in the microwave oven, and took a moment to look at his phone again.

It's been a long time, and there's still no movement from Pei Xiangyu.

Big trotters.

"Bill, please."

A familiar voice came from the side, and Fan Tong was shocked when he heard it.

Big pig's trotters carried a box full of snacks and placed it on the cash register.

"Pei, President Pei?"

"Are you out? How is he, is he better?"

"Still..." Fan Tong turned his head, stuttered, swallowed the word "okay", and changed the phrase, "It's quite serious. The doctor said that we should pay attention to recuperation and eat something light."

"Oh," Pei Xiangyu glanced at the porridge that the cashier had just taken out of the microwave, "Did you buy it?"

"Well, Tongtong vomited up everything he ate just now, it's better to drink this."

"Okay," Pei Xiangyu stuffed the pile of snacks that had been paid into his arms, and turned his hand to carry the porridge, "Room number?"

"809."