He then turned to Yang Qi and bowed. "Brother Yang, thank you so much for this. If it weren't for you, I never would have figured out what was wrong."
"If that blossom-headed parakeet had actually... actually starved to death or plucked itself to death, I'd be in serious trouble! Thank you! I mean it, thank you!"
His fear and gratitude were genuine.
Yang Qi had not only identified the true "patient" but had also quickly figured out the cause and proposed a solution, indirectly helping him avoid a potential workplace incident.
"Of course."
Yang Qi waved his hand. "First, contact the quarantine area and get them ready to take him in. This little guy needs fluids and nutrition."
"Right, right."
The two veterinarians immediately got busy.
Yang Qi went with them to transfer the heavily bullied parakeet to the zoo's medical quarantine area.
Cheng Yao didn't follow.
