"Parvo?"

The mistress was quite surprised to hear the term from the veterinarian.

Dou Dou, who was next to her, was even more shocked, looking up at her mother, who was holding her hand.

Although she didn't know what parvo was, it sounded so delicate... so small. The dog had been throwing up a few times recently, so it must be because it couldn't eat and had become so delicate and small!

"Yes, very obvious symptoms." The doctor nodded, smiling reassuringly. "Although Xiao Bai's condition is a bit serious, it's okay now that it's been discovered. This is a long battle, a long-term fight, and as long as you follow the doctor's advice, the chances of recovery are high. No, I should say that with me, as long as they're not on the verge of death, I basically cure all cases of parvo."

"I see..." The mistress was a little scared and touched Dou Dou's head, coaxing her softly, "It's okay, Dou Dou, we'll treat it properly, and we'll definitely save Xiao Bai."

"Yes! We must save Xiao Bai."

With both hands on Xiao Bai, Dou Dou's eyes became firm.

Xiao Bai, lying weakly on the table, also raised its neck and whimpered feebly.

"Excuse me, if we hadn't brought him here, would Xiao Bai have had a chance to heal on his own?" the mistress asked, puzzled.

"Yes, but it's very low," the vet said bluntly.

"Then how many days would Xiao Bai have before he died?"

"Xiao Bai is going to die, Mommy?!"

Like a classic ignoramus, Dou Dou caught a few keywords from what others said, and her mood was immediately taken over by fear, with little pearls swirling in her eyes again.

"It's okay, Mommy is saying, what would have happened to Xiao Bai if Chen Yuan-gege hadn't told us."

"With this kind of parvo, it's usually five or six days. If the dog develops myocarditis due to the parvo virus, it may experience sudden death." Stroking Xiao Bai's head, the vet estimated, "If you had brought him two days later, it might have been too late."

"Phew, luckily I didn't listen to my husband." Putting her hand on her chest, the mistress breathed a sigh of relief. "Little Chen, you really are a good prospect for a veterinarian."

"Did Chen Yuan-gege save Xiao Bai?" Dou Dou asked happily.

"Yes, if it weren't for Chen Yuan-gege, Dou Dou would never have seen Xiao Bai again."

"Then can Xiao Bai recognize Chen Yuan-gege as his gege?"

"That... depends on whether Chen Yuan-gege is willing."

………

"Mr. Mo, the list of special assistance students needs to be submitted before school ends today."

Zhang Bin, the grade leader, walked up to Lao Mo and urged.

Special assistance students, an invention of a vice principal in charge of teaching and research at No. 11 High School, sewed together many mechanisms from famous schools, then implemented them at No. 11 High School, increasing the school's rate of getting into first-tier universities by a full four percentage points. The vice principal then took over the class of the retiring old principal and was promoted to principal.

The standards for special assistance students at No. 11 High School are different from those for students with special financial needs. It refers to students in the class whose academic performance is in the middle range but fluctuates greatly, or who have great potential to strive for top universities, and who are given special treatment.

After being included in this list, the homeroom teacher and subject teachers will provide some additional help.

The number of special assistance students is different for each class. After all, the rate of first-tier university admissions for Class 1 is 100%, and the proportion of students admitted to 211 universities is 95%. Therefore, the special assistance students in Class 1 are mainly those who are extremely specialized in certain subjects.

The academic ace who is currently ranked 19th in the entire grade is a special assistance student.

On the last exam, he got a perfect score in mathematics, 288 in physics, chemistry, and biology, 114 in Chinese, and 83 in English. He is the pride and joy of the math teacher, the pride of the science teachers, a complete passerby to the Chinese teacher, and someone the English teacher is angry about but can't say anything about.

Like this kind of student who is guaranteed to get into a 985 university and is striving for Ji University and Huaqing University, they are the special assistance students of Class 1.

With different situations, the special assistance students in Class 18 naturally have different conditions.

The special assistance student list for Class 18 has five people.

From now on, these people will be cultivated with emphasis. If some people make great progress later and their grades become stable, they can have their "hats removed," and the special assistance student quota will fall to the next person.

If this is a purely unsupportable wayward, this special assistance student status will also be canceled.

Right now, Lao Mo's special assistance student list has four people.

First, there is Tang Siwen, the only girl in the class who made it into the top 100.

Her last score was 611, ranking 88th in the school.

Her grades have always been stable in the class. In theory, she should have transferred to Class 2, a sub-elite class, but because her performance on the transfer exam was average, she didn't reach that score, so she stayed in Class 18 to be the king.

Her scores in all subjects are balanced, and she doesn't have much potential for improvement, but in this bad class, Lao Mo needs to preserve this spark.

Class 18 must produce at least one 985-level student.

This is his all-in strategy.

No problem.

The second one, Zhang Chao, is the class monitor. His subject imbalance is a bit serious, with physics and mathematics dragging him down. Although I don't know why he wants to study science, since there is still room for improvement, his outlook is to break into the top 200, above 580 points.

And this only requires him to improve by thirty points, which is not too difficult.

This choice is no problem.

Han Fei, the niece of Secretary Han.

Zhao Yiming, the nephew of Teacher Zhou.

No problem.

Then there is only one left.

And this one is the one that Lao Mo is particularly troubled by.

Tang Siwen, a Ganoderma growing out of manure.

Zhang Chao, a mushroom growing next to the Ganoderma.

The rest is the manure itself.

It's so difficult, how can I find a high-quality pile of manure in a pile of manure!

Lao Mo, who has always been decisive, is now in a dilemma.

Choose from the middle-ranking students.

"He Sijiao... manure."

"Zhou Yu, a maggot in the manure."

"Chen Yuan..."

It's not appropriate to compare him to manure, because if a manure has the characteristics of being tasteless to eat and a pity to discard, it's a headache.

People, in essence, don't want to eat manure.

Moreover, there are too many middle-ranking students who are specialized in certain subjects like Chen Yuan, and they don't have any special characteristics at all. What's the point of choosing him?

Choosing him for his early love?

Choosing him for his glib tongue?

Just as he was struggling, a phone call came.

It was his wife, Che Shujun.

"I'm at work, what's the matter?" Lao Mo asked.

"Xiao Bai has parvo. I have to take him to the pet hospital these few days, so you should go to Mom's place for dinner these days."

"Parvo?" Lao Mo frowned. "He's really sick?"

"You can say that again. Another day later and he would have been beyond saving."

"This..."

"Daddy! Daddy! Let Xiao Bai recognize Chen Yuan-gege as his brother!"

The innocent voice of his daughter came from the side, and Lao Mo frowned even tighter.

"Daddy knows. Dou Dou has to listen to Mommy..."

"Mr. Mo." As if forcibly pulling Lao Mo's face over, even on the phone, Che Shujun showed an imposing aura, "Remember to thank Chen Yuan."

"He's my stud..."

"Don't disrespect people just because they are your students."

"Okay, okay, I know."

Lao Mo hung up the phone unhappily, feeling quite complicated.

Staring at Chen Yuan, this tasteless and regrettable chicken rib, he casually scribbled on the special assistance student list.

"Team Leader Zhang, I'm submitting the materials."