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Chapter 575
In the pet hospital, Gan Jing comforted the dog for a while, then communicated with the two pet doctors for an hour, and finally found helplessly that the current veterinarians had no better solution for the time being.

According to the middle-aged doctor's speculation, the dog's illness is a bit like a human lung disease, a bit similar to pulmonary veno-occlusive disease.

Gan Jing didn't understand this at all, but he felt very professional and complicated.

"In that case, let's let it go back for now." Gan Jing pondered over and over again before making a decision.

The veterinarian expressed understanding that not every owner is willing to euthanize their pet, even if it would relieve it of pain: "Mr. Gan, I'm sorry."

Gan Jing shook his head, some things are not within the scope of manpower.

After a little tidying up here, the doctor prescribed some medicine that might alleviate the symptoms, and then Gan Jing and his party drove home. After arriving home, the first thing Gan Jing did was to drive Lao Chen and his assistant away. There is only one person and one dog at home.

Some things are not within the scope of human beings, but I am not... Is there a system that is not human?

Gan Jing called out to the system in his heart and stated the problem, but there was no response at all. It existed so silently from the beginning to the end.

"The system is really low!" Gan Jing was a little annoyed, and when he looked at his skill points, he didn't have the skill of veterinarian at all.

— Twoleg, I have something to tell you.

Gouzi was still listless after returning home. He didn't know why Twoleg's expression was constantly changing.

Gan Jing breathed a sigh of relief, took out his mobile phone, ignored the dozen or so phone calls and text messages on it, found the number of his assistant A Wen, and then replied, "You tell me."

——Can I masturbate before I die?

Gouzi raised his head and looked at Twolegs expectantly.

"..." Gan Jing was at a loss for words, he really didn't understand why the charm of the game was so great, but how could he refuse at this moment?

"Go ahead and play, you can even turn on that broken live broadcast." Gan Jing eased his emotions, and told A Wen by text message, asking her to buy some books on lung diseases in veterinary and human medicine, especially the ones speculated by veterinarians. direction.

After Gan Jing finished sending the text message, he sat on the sofa alone, listening to the faint sound of the keyboard coming from the bedroom, he felt a little panic in his heart. He had driven a plane that crashed, he had stood on the podium of an Oscar, he had awarded The Palme d'Or in Cannes, he has been watched by hundreds of millions of people, but these can't bring half power to the mood at this moment.

The disease is terrible. It once took away the life of Grandpa Gan, who brought him up in the orphanage. It once took the life of his Peking Opera master. Now, will it take away this golden retriever?

Gan Jing sat quietly on the sofa, a bit unable to accept it.

He grabbed the vibrating phone on the table, hung up the call, found Mr. Zhou's number, and dialed it.

"Hello? Director Gan, what's the matter?" Young Master Zhou teased A-Gump's directorship.

"Brother Xun, I have something to ask." Gan Jing's voice was a little low, "Is there any public welfare fund for diseases, I would like to invest in some."

Young Master Zhou looked straight up: "Why did you suddenly think of this?"

"Well, love knows no bounds." Gan Jing didn't want to elaborate on his own psychological process.

Mr. Zhou knew that A-Gump sometimes spoke out of tune, but what he said must be serious.

"I haven't had much contact with diseases." Mr. Zhou paused, "Let me ask for you."

"Be reliable." Gan Jing warned.

After hanging up the phone, Gan Jing felt a little better. Although he hasn't invested the money yet, he will do so.

Getting up from the sofa, Gan Jing looked at the door of the bedroom, and found that the dog was playing games—its paws were trembling a little, and it was still playing games. What kind of spirit is this?

Gan Jing shook his head, feeling much relieved, he turned around and went to the kitchen to order a simple order of dried noodles, and after finishing eating, he tidied up and took a shower, his body and mind became more clear.

At [-]:[-] in the evening, the assistant Xiaowen led two people to deliver all the books A-Gump needed to the door.

After Gan Jing put away all these books, he thanked his assistant repeatedly. If the matter was not urgent, he would not have bothered others so late. It must have taken a lot of trouble for Xiaowen to buy books so late.

At a quarter past eleven in the evening, Gan Jing looked at the stacks of books in front of him and hesitated.

The previous veterinarian judged that it was a disease similar to human lung disease, but even when it comes to the lungs, the concept is still very big, and the book I bought today is far from being able to explain all lung diseases.

So, where should one start now?

Gan Jing looked at this and then at that.

"Secret Recipe for Pulmonary Efficacy Test"?
"Pneumoconiosis Prevention and Control Knowledge"?
"Clinical Research in Pulmonology of Traditional Chinese Medicine"?
Let me tell you... all kinds of things seem a little esoteric.

Gan Jing picked up a book that was easy to understand just by looking at the name, and found that he could understand it. This "Lung Disease Diet Therapy Recipe" was really in-depth inspection, and he could cook according to it!

After watching for about half an hour, Gan Jing checked his skill points, and there was no lung medical skill on it.

But he was not discouraged, and continued to pick out "Understanding Lung Disease with a Book" and read it.

There is a path and diligence in the mountain of books, and there is no limit to the sea of ​​learning and hard work.

That night, Gan Jing stayed up all night without feeling sleepy at all. In the second half of the night, he wondered if he would be more inspired by the golden retriever, so he ran to the bedroom with the book he was reading.

A dog is playing, a person is reading a book, and one person and one dog just spend the night like this.

At 07:30 the next morning, Gouzi's game ended. He stood up, shook himself, and said, "Twolegs, aren't you going to sleep? Then I'll go to sleep first."

Just as Gan Jing was about to agree, he suddenly thought of something, and said with bloodshot eyes, "No, you can't sleep, what if you die of sleep. Hit me, keep beating me!"

Gouzi was stunned.

Gan Jing looked at each other forcefully.

"Twolegs, I'm sick." Gouzi felt aggrieved.

"If you are sick, you have to be beaten! If you can't be beaten to death, you will be beaten to death!" Gan Jing shook the book on his hand, "You have an intractable disease. If you fall asleep, you may not be able to wake up. Wait for me for a while. Wait for me for a while, I seem to understand the principles of several lung diseases."

Gouzi had no choice but to squat down in front of the computer again, continuing to play games with his life.

Listening to the crackling sound of the special keyboard, Gan Jing stepped into the palace of knowledge again.

One day, three cups of coffee, he struggled to sleep, and finally at eight o'clock in the evening, he saw his newly revealed skill points.

- Pathology of the respiratory system: 1 point.

Gan Jing let out a long sigh of relief, 1 point is probably a general understanding of the basic knowledge, but 1 point is enough!
(End of this chapter)