Use it, of course I'm going to use it.
These past couple of days I've been so busy that I almost forgot I even had a "Golden Finger".
My skill was a "Level 100 Animal Acupuncture Technique".
Actually, I think this skill should be included under "Beast Healing Skill" as part of Traditional Veterinary dicine.
But the system disagrees and insists on separating them. What could I do but endure?
The last lucky draw was a spin-the-wheel ga, but this ti it changed into a bubble ball pool for blind box openings.
The system said it was holding an event and the prize pool included skill books, various items, and even the precious "Senior Level Animal ICU Chamber".
Just because of this, I suspect Brother Tong is pulling strings for !
I decisively grabbed a bubble ball, twisted it open, and a ssage broadcasted out:
[Congratulations to the host for acquiring a rare item, Super Smart Full-Intelligence ICU Treatnt Chamber. To ensure legality of the source, delivery will be arranged by the system.]
Brother Tong, way to go!
So things are better left unexplored, otherwise you'd rack your brain into mush trying to figure out how the system managed it.
In any case, as long as I can use it, it's all good.
Five minutes later, a logistic ssage appeared on Chen Ying's phone.
There was even express delivery. It could arrive before nine o'clock tomorrow night, with a specialist coming for setup.
Apart from the logistic info, a fabricated conversation record also appeared, conjured up by the system.
The one who donated this equipnt to Chen Ying was a "Prince" with a piece of cloth on his head.
According to the conversation record, it seed that the prince had an accident while traveling with his beloved pet and Chen Ying saved it. So, in gratitude, the prince customized this equipnt to thank Chen Ying for saving his life.
Perfect, the logic is completely sound!
With this conversation record and logistic list in hand, Chen Ying approached his teacher, Professor Bai.
"Do you want to try using Traditional Veterinary dicine for treatnt? Are you confident it will work?"
"To be honest, I'm not," Chen Ying didn't make empty promises to his teacher, "The exam results show that 'Little Golden Cat' has spinal fractures, cranial hemorrhage, a torn trachea, shoulder bones penetrated, and other injuries. If we hadn't been on site that day to administer ergency resuscitation, 'Little Golden Cat' might already be dead."
Chen Ying took a deep breath and let it out slowly, speaking earnestly, "Teacher, to tell you the truth, I'm very conflicted inside. If the rescue is successful and 'Little Golden Cat' survives, it might still never be able to return to the wild. It's possible other illnesses could also occur."
"But I can't make the decision not to rescue it. Every ti I go to see it, it tries to open its eyes to look at , as if it knows I saved it, and it still wants to struggle to live."
Professor Bai listened to Chen Ying's words quietly, wearing a peaceful expression and eyes filled with encouragent.
"If I didn't have the skills or this machine, maybe I'd choose to give up. But it's such a coincidence, in 'Little Golden Cat's' ti of need, this arrived. Its appearance is like a lifeline left to 'Little Golden Cat' by the heavens. If I don't give it a shot, I really couldn't get past this ntal hurdle."
Professor Bai asked him to wait and called up an old friend via video to consult their opinion.
He was a simple veterinarian and certainly not as knowledgeable about the 'Golden Cat' species as his old friend who specialized in them.
After hearing Chen Ying's description of the 'Golden Cat's' injuries and the related examination reports forwarded, the professor pondered for a long ti.
"Theoretically speaking, the trauma has already been taken care of, and from now on, what humans can do is very limited. But the acupuncture and Traditional Chinese dicine fumigation that Chen Ying ntioned as auxiliary treatnts, I think they are worth trying."
Acupuncture isn't a cure-all, but for the 'Golden Cat's' injuries, it could be the perfect fit.
With the two experts' endorsents, Chen Ying decisively filed a report for approval, requesting to transfer the 'Golden Cat' to the Rescue Station for treatnt.
The report filing wasn't a simple approval process. At a minimum, the equipnt needed to be in place and ready for use after setup and commissioning, and only after an expert's acceptance was the 'Golden Cat' allowed to be transferred.
In three days, Chen Ying worked overti to calibrate the equipnt and then drove to the county town to purchase the required traditional Chinese dicines.
So of these dicines weren't potent enough due to their age, so he scoured the nearby two large villages to find better quality ones.
Everything was in place; all that was left was for the Golden Cat to arrive.
On the fourth day at noon, the center sent a car to bring the Golden Cat up the mountain, along with Dr. Xiao Song, who had been caring for it these past few days.
Just by looking at her dark circles, one knew she had devoted herself heart and soul to looking after the Golden Cat.
When the car arrived at the Rescue Station, Chen Ying didn't bother with small talk and imdiately took over the skinny Little Golden Cat from Xiao Song's arms.
Five minutes later, Little Golden Cat was already lying inside the calibrated ICU treatnt chamber.
They had just moved locations and still needed to conduct so tests before beginning treatnt.
Xiao Song didn't rush to leave; she waited for Chen Ying to finish his tasks and approached him, expressing her desire to stay and help.
Initially, Chen Ying was reluctant, but Xiao Song actually produced her international veterinary acupuncture qualification certificate.
"I know Mr. Chen plans to treat the Golden Cat with Traditional Veterinary dicine, and I've even suggested it before, but I still lack knowledge about traditional dicine. However, you can test my acupuncture skills right now."
Chen Ying thought it over and said that if the center leadership agreed, he had no objections.
One person could do the job, but two people would be safer for Little Golden Cat.
While performing acupuncture, Xiao Song could stay by Golden Cat's side for real-ti adjustnts, freeing him up to prepare for herbal fumigation.
The office building could also provide dormitories to rest, and at night, he could alternate shifts with Xiao Song to keep watch.
The center obviously agreed.
Dr. Xiao Song's duties at the center weren't heavy, and there were no newly rescued injured animals requiring her care at the mont. In comparison, Chen Ying needed the manpower much more.
Besides, Sister Dai was a wise person. After discussing with Director Bai, she processed the report where Chen Ying planned to use Traditional Veterinary dicine to treat the Golden Cat, and submitted it to the senior managent as one of this year's technical breakthrough projects at the Rescue Station.
In this way, a bit of research funding would be allocated, at least enough for a few electrotherapy machines and fumigation devices.
Perhaps it was psychological, but after lying in the new ICU chamber for two hours, Little Golden Cat's chest movents seed to beco more obvious.
Duanmu worked an extra shift, and at one o'clock in the afternoon, he handed Chen Ying the dical report for Little Golden Cat.
"Brother Ying, the recovery from the external injuries seems to be fine, but I think the biggest problem is the failure of its internal organs."
The little guy was still so small when Brother Hu carried him out; on the way, who knows how many close encounters it had with rocks and trees.
Plus, the intimidation from Brother Hu alone was enough to frighten it to death—it was already brave and resilient.
Unlike the center which provided it with nutrient solutions to sustain vital functions, Chen Ying directly used the cub formula milk powder from the last big gift package, mixing it with a bit of dicine and water, and fed it drop by drop with the finest syringe.
Perhaps it was the instinct to survive, or maybe the system-produced milk powder suited its taste better, but after half an hour, the little guy finally consud fifteen milliliters of the milk mixture.
The amount was definitely insufficient for its weight, but the fact that it could drink was a positive sign.
The acupuncture was done on the second day, and the herbal fumigation began right after, lasting five minutes each ti and happening three to five tis a day.
(A picture of a cat receiving acupuncture)
Chen Ying and Xiao Song were rooted to the resuscitation room, unable to spare any attention for the other small animals.
Four days later, Little Golden Cat visibly improved, allowing Chen Ying and Xiao Song to breathe a sigh of relief.
Before they could celebrate Little Golden Cat's escape from mortal danger, Yin Li ca rushing over, flustered, saying that Jinya and her brother were fighting.
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