The Black Jungle Cat nodded: [No problem.]
"Thank you!"
Xu Ying patted the cat’s head, knowing the Black Cat Chief was always reliable, feeling very reassured.
The Black Jungle Cat let out a slight purr from its nose, its paws scratching the sand on the ground as if nothing had happened.
The next morning, as soon as Xu Ying woke up and turned on her phone, she received so not-so-good news.
Director Yi inford the group that due to a mouse plague in the village responsible for delivering supplies to the rescue station, the plague had spread, and many supplies were damaged and could no longer be used.
The headquarters was urgently dispatching new supplies, delaying the ti for receiving them.
In the anti, ergency food would be provided by the ranch. If any rescue stations were short of supplies, they could go to the nearest ranch to collect them.
Autumn is the peak season for mouse plagues, and the village where the plague occurred was very close to the county seat. The roaming mice were not Little Desert Rats, but urban and rural house mice, gray and dirty, unlike the clean-loving Little Desert Rats.
Sand rats feed on plants and only steal in the desert occasionally, whereas house mice are like bandits, not only eating plants but also crops, gnawing on clothes, and spreading diseases.
The supply issue was manageable; the headquarters often provided ample supplies, and except for unlucky ones like Xu Ying whose supplies were robbed, rescue workers usually had reserves.
Xu Ying just hoped the mouse plague could be contained quickly. Lin Mo County’s dical conditions were not good, and the number of people they could accept was limited. If a large-scale person-to-person transmission of the plague happened, it would be terrible.
Changing into her work clothes and adjusting her mood, Xu Ying went out to clock in for work.
When she opened the door, the nocturnal Black Jungle Cat was already nestled by the door. It yawned: [Little Station Master, there’s a cheetah coach who needs your help, go to the southeast about fifteen kiloters from here to find it.]
"Cheetah!"
Xu Ying was pleasantly surprised. This was the fastest land animal, reaching speeds of up to 120 kiloters per hour. This was definitely a gold dal coach!
"What trouble is it in? Let see what tools I should bring to help?"
The Black Jungle Cat tilted its head: [It... it won’t speak. Its companion asked you to wear a mask when you go.]
Vets always wear masks when treating animals, so Xu Ying didn’t think much of it: "Alright, I’ll go now!"
With foxes, cats, and bear bodyguards accompanying her, Xu Ying had a good and restful sleep at night, waking up quite early during the day.
However, when she went out, she noticed a diligent figure doing flexibility training near the rescue station’s RV.
"Good morning!"
Ling Yu saw Xu Ying, greeted her actively, appearing much more spirited compared to yesterday. Clearly, he finally had a good night’s sleep.
The desert morning was chilly before the sun ca up. Ling Yu, in his national team red jacket, looked like a flickering fla in the desert.
"Good morning!"
Xu Ying greeted him back and turned to get on her motorcycle.
Ling Yu called her: "I made sandwiches; do you want to try one?"
Happy to have a hearty breakfast, Xu Ying gladly accepted: "Sure!"
A bag of sandwiches and a bottle of tomato juice were placed in Xu Ying’s motorcycle storage compartnt.
Ling Yu’s face showed a sunny, warm smile: "Wish you a successful workday!"
"Thank you~"
Xu Ying winked at him, showing two small dimples: "Good luck with your training too, we’ll continue with high intensity this afternoon! There’s still a surprise today."
Her words abruptly ended Ling Yu’s sunny smile.
Xu Ying grinned mischievously, helt on, heading southeast.
As she traveled, she casually observed that the Little Desert Rats had moved far away from the rescue station area, which was unusual.
Xu Ying decided to find those "assassin" tiger martens when she got the chance to see what was up with them.
Riding the motorcycle for less than an hour, Xu Ying saw the cheetah group.
Their fur shimred with a golden glow, their spots resembling the desert wind patterns, wild yet elegant.
With the Black Jungle Cat having inford them in advance, the cheetahs were not alard upon seeing Xu Ying, joyfully running over to greet her, circling around her motorcycle.
Cheetahs being part of the feline family, Xu Ying could understand cat language and communicate normally with the cheetahs.
[Ah, Rescuer, you’re finally here.]
[If we had known the desert also has rescuers to help animals, we wouldn’t have suffered so much!]
Xu Ying was puzzled, are cheetahs usually this chatty and extroverted?
She noticed in the distance a particularly large cheetah standing still, just watching her calmly, with a sowhat dazed expression.
Its neck had an especially lush mane swaying with the wind, exuding an air of authority. This aloof one must be the Cheetah Leader.
Xu Ying parked her motorcycle and followed the cheetahs: "Which cheetah coach needs help?"
[It’s this one in front of you, our boss.]
[Rescuer, have you prepared your mask? Our boss seems to have so mouth ulcers, needs you to take a look.]
"I’ve got it, got it."
Xu Ying took out her surgical mask, unwrapping it.
Cheetah expressed surprise: [Why are you wearing that mask? I rember humans have that kind of mask covering the whole head.]
"A gas mask? Probably not necessary, there’s no biochemical weapon leak here."
Wearing a gas mask to check an illness would be overkill.
Xu Ying put on her mask, gloves, and goggles, squatting in front of the Cheetah Leader: "Hello, Mr. Cheetah, I’m Xu Ying, a rescuer from Station 032. May I take a look inside your mouth?"
The Cheetah Leader didn’t open its mouth, its amber eyes blinking, looking slightly reluctant.
Xu Ying patiently coaxed: "After checking the wound, I can prescribe the right treatnt."
"The sooner we treat it, the less pain you’ll experience, and you can recover sooner."
All the cheetahs around nodded in agreent.
The Cheetah Leader was sowhat persuaded, hesitating for a mont, then opened its mouth towards Xu Ying.
The mont it opened its mouth, Xu Ying was unprepared as a stench of sothing dead and rotten assaulted her nose fiercely.
Despite wearing a mask, it didn’t block the stench at all. Xu Ying felt she was under tons of biochemical weapon attack!
For a mont, she almost fainted!
This Brother Leopard’s bad breath was truly catastrophic!
Among the thousands of animals she had treated, this was the worst sll she encountered.
"Hold on! The sandstorm is strong! I’ll go put on a motorcycle helt."
Scrambling, Xu Ying got to her motorcycle, breathing in fresh air.
No wonder the cheetahs specifically reminded her to wear a mask; a gas mask was really needed at this level!
Wearing the helt, an idea popped into Xu Ying’s mind.
For this afternoon’s timing training with Ling Yu...
If his speed doesn’t improve, have this Cheetah Leader pounce on him and give him a big kiss. Would that have an imdiate effect?
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