Chapter 222 Massive dehydration!
Jiang Mo's expression was calm, but his eyes were extremely serious: "Thanks to you this time."
He paused, "The negative information from a year and a half ago has been cleared up, and Zhang Chenyi's problem has also been solved. You saved my acting career, and you can earn more in the future."
"I made a profit this time."
"You have such a vision." Xu Ying admired him sincerely. Thinking of some artists who were harsh on their staff and even resold fan gifts, he couldn't help but look at Jiang Mo with new eyes. "You will definitely be popular in the entertainment industry for a long time!"
Jiang Mo chuckled and took a sip of coffee: "Thank you for your kind words."
When he returned to the shelter in the evening, Xu Ying was still so excited that he couldn't calm down for a long time. He looked at the check in his pocket again and again.
She took out a small notebook and started planning. As the number of animals in the rescue station increased, she needed to hire staff and build dormitories for them. The animal hospital under construction already included staff dormitories.
So the dormitories for the volunteers can be prefabricated steel houses like those in her shelter, but they must be comfortably decorated.
Xu Ying and the construction team sent by Qiao Group have inquired and found out that the cost of building a movable and reusable prefabricated steel house is 250,000 yuan per room.
Based on the current size of the rescue station, at least 4 employees are needed.
Following the principle that less is worse than more, Xu Ying plans to build 10 rooms. After all, the rescue station is planned to be built into a large zoo and hospital.
Xu Ying looked out the window toward the direction of the animal hospital construction, confirming that the location of the temporary staff dormitory would be determined tomorrow.
The Desert Animal Hospital is currently in the foundation laying stage and hardening the site.
This large desert animal hospital will take one year to build.
Xu Ying initially thought that it might cost 10 million, and Qiao Yuxi also told her that the cost was not much and she didn't need to worry. But later she found out that Qiao Yanli had set a small goal in the budget, namely, 80 million to build the hospital and 20 million as a reserve fund for hospital operation.
This was Xu Ying's first intuitive understanding of super-rich people, which refreshed her worldview.
Qiao Yanli and Qiao Yuxi, this uncle and nephew, are really rich!
She also wants to work hard to save money for the little animals so that they can live a better life.
*
Noon in the desert.
As soon as Xu Ying pushed open the iron door of the rescue station, a heat wave hit him in the face.
She squinted her eyes and blocked the glaring sunlight with her hands, thinking to herself that it was not good - the temperature today was higher than predicted.
[Webmaster Xiao Xu, help!]
A hurried voice came from beside her feet.
Xu Ying lowered her head and saw the little sand cat anxiously scratching at her trouser legs with its claws.
Behind the little sand cat, the black serval, who always looks cool, is holding a half-conscious Mongolian rabbit and gently placing it in the shade in front of the door.
"What's going on?"
Xu Ying squatted down and gently stroked the dry fur of the little sand cat with his fingers.
"It's so hot, so hot!" The little sand cat turned in a circle. "We found many little ones fainted on the back of the sand dune. The master said they were dehydrated!"
Only then did Xu Ying notice that there were five or six small animals neatly arranged in the open space behind the two cats: two Mongolian rabbits, a jerboa, a desert hedgehog, and a... caracal?
The round-faced caracal lay on its side, looking like a stuffed animal wilted by the sun.
The long gray-brown hair stood up disheveled, revealing the snow-white undercoat underneath.
The iconic flat round face was lifeless, with two tufts of black ear hair limply stuck to the top of the head, the golden round eyes were dull and lifeless, and the black eyeliner made its expression look particularly melancholy.
(A square-faced caracal)
Xu Ying's heart suddenly tightened.
"Hurry, help me move them in!"
She moved quickly and carefully picked up the weakest caracal.
It was much cooler inside the shelter than outside, with three fans humming and a large air conditioner.
Xu Ying quickly cleaned the examination table and laid a clean towel on it.
The little sand cat and the black serval skillfully helped to carry the little animals in one by one.
"Little sand cat, where are you? Can you help me prepare some wet towels?" Xu Ying asked while checking the condition of the jerboa.
[Here it is!]
A crisp voice came from behind the medicine cabinet. The little sand cat poked its head out, holding a stack of wet towels in its mouth. "Stationmaster Xiao Xu, I'm ready!"
Xu Ying smiled and nodded. This little guy is always so smart.
She took the wet towel and gently wrapped it around the jerboa's body. "The first step in first aid for dehydration is to lower the body temperature, but not too quickly."
(Jerboa, really - a mouse with a string)
Gently and quickly, she performed a preliminary examination on each animal.
The caracal was placed in the corner of the examination table, and the little sand cat squatted beside it, tilting its head to observe.
The caracal's pink nose was cracked and flaky, and its beard was drooping and stuck to its cheeks.
The stubby limbs were completely spread out, revealing the pale pink pads, and even the fluffy short tail was drooping limply.
[Webmaster Xu, has this big cat's brain been damaged by the sun?]
The little sand cat poked the manul's face gently with its claws. [I called him several times but he didn't respond.]
"Shh!"
Xu Ying quickly put down the syringe in his hand and gently covered the little sand cat's mouth. "Don't say that. Manuls are animals with slow reactions."
She walked over to the caracal and carefully examined its pupils and gums. Only when Xu Ying touched the soft fur behind its ears did it blink slowly, making a faint "squeak" sound, revealing two small canine teeth.
"This is a physiological characteristic of the caracal, not a disease. Although they are both cats, their metabolic rate is much lower than yours, so they always seem to be a step behind."
The little sand cat blinked its big eyes: [Really? I thought all cats were as smart as me!]
Xu Ying smiled and touched its head, his hands moving non-stop.
She obtained saline and glucose and began to establish intravenous access for the manul.
"Manuls live in plateaus and deserts. This slow metabolism helps them adapt to harsh environments and food shortages. They may look cute, but it's actually an evolved survival strategy."
When the needle pierced the vein of the caracal's forelimb, the round-faced guy blinked slowly and made a vague "gurgle" in his throat.
"Look, it's fine."
Xu Ying adjusted the drip speed, "It's just that the high temperature made it slower than usual."
For the next hour, the aid station turned into a busy emergency center.
Xu Ying developed a different hydration regimen for each animal: Mongolian rabbits only needed a subcutaneous injection of normal saline;
The jerboa's condition is more serious and requires intravenous fluids;
Hedgehogs prefer to lap up water from a shallow dish.
The little sand cat became a capable assistant, changing wet towels and handing over tools according to Xu Ying's instructions.
The master and disciple were also busy. One was responsible for taking care of the little animals that had just regained consciousness, and the other was guarding the door to prevent predators from approaching.
[Webmaster Xu, why is the manul's face so flat?]
The little sand cat asked again curiously, and it was obvious that it was very interested in this new "distant relative".
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