The smell of disinfectant floated quietly in the consultation room. The hem of Chen Yu's white coat brushed the edge of the consultation table, and his fingertips gently stroked behind the ears of the golden retriever puppy - there was a patch of eczema the size of a fingernail, which looked particularly dazzling against the pink flesh pads. He looked up at the wall clock. The sunlight at three o'clock in the afternoon slanted through the blinds, casting a slender light and shadow on the medical record.
"How is Little Mango's appetite lately?" Chen Yu held the stethoscope and his voice was like cotton soaked in warm water. "If diarrhea persists, you may need a stool test." The middle-aged housewife opposite was wiping the corners of her eyes with a wet wipe. The Pomeranian in her arms was twisting uneasily, and the rhinestones on the collar were broken into specks of light under the light.
The doorbell of the consultation room suddenly rang loudly, the glass door was knocked open with too much force, and the door frame made a slight creak. Chen Yu looked up and saw a girl wearing a baseball cap rushing into the waiting area holding a Siamese cat. The brim of the hat was lowered, only revealing her small chin and rapidly rising and falling chest.
"Doctor! Please look at it!" The girl's voice was filled with tears. The cat in her arms had its tail hanging limply. The hair on its left front paw was soaked in blood, and dark red flowers bloomed on the white fur. Chen Yu immediately put down the medical records in his hands and hurried forward: "Put it on the diagnosis table first. I need to check the trauma."
