I raise furry animals and fly them to my motherland.

Chapter 207 Unparalleled Scene
Meanwhile, the show's bodyguards swarmed forward and dragged Jia Yao out from under the horse's hooves.

"Neigh—!" The wild horse suddenly let out an unusual neigh.

Xu Ying's pupils suddenly contracted.

What sounds like a normal horse neigh to an ordinary person is a clear cry of pain to her: "Something's embedded in the pad of my left foreleg."

"Relax!" Xu Ying suddenly released the reins, raising his hands above his head. "I can heal your wounds!"

"I can understand what animals are saying."

"Your left foreleg got pierced by something, didn't it?"

The restless Przewalski's horse calmed down slightly upon hearing Xu Ying's friendly voice, its large, bright eyes fixed on her.

The other horses in the herd, worried about their families, trotted over and surrounded Xu Ying.

His hot breath, emanating from his nostrils, sprayed onto her.

The heavy breathing made Xu Ying's heart beat faster involuntarily.

Xu Ying appears incredibly handsome, but he's actually quite nervous inside.

The director and the security team watching the monitor were also on edge, their hearts pounding in their throats.

Xu Ying is now surrounded by these wild horses. If he is not careful and angers them, he could die on the spot.

Viewers across the internet were on edge as they watched the footage captured by the drone.

Desert rescue workers' work is really dangerous! The government should give them extra chicken legs!

[I watched Station Master Xu's videos before, and they were quite funny. I didn't expect that he didn't show us the dangerous side.]

I hate Jia Yao even more now; he's always causing trouble for others!

Jia Yao's fans have gone silent and dare not speak.

The first aid kit, covered in sand, slipped from Xu Ying's waist, the tweezers and powder gleaming coldly in the sunlight.

Xu Ying patiently explained to it, "I am a doctor specially sent by the state to treat animals. This is a powder made by humans, and it works very quickly."

In the suffocating standoff, the stallion, panting heavily, finally slowly lowered its front hooves.

The scorching sun beat down on the Gobi Desert, and the sand and gravel were so hot they could burn the skin.

Xu Ying knelt on one knee on the scorching sand, and a sharp pain immediately shot through her knee, but she did not move.

Her left hand steadily supported the wild horse's injured foreleg, her fingertips gently stroking the swollen skin along the edge of the hoof.

"It will hurt a little." Her voice was as soft as if she were coaxing a child, but her eyes were sharp as knives.

In close-up, the sharp flint was deeply embedded in the horse's hoof pad, the surrounding tissue was an unhealthy grayish-white, and rotten granulation tissue was faintly visible between the cracks in the stone.

This wasn't a fatal wound, but it was like a grain of sand that could never be poured out of a shoe, grinding against the nerves day after day, forcing this proud desert overlord to lower its noble head.

Xu Ying took out tweezers from her waist with her right hand.

Her breathing suddenly became extremely light, almost in sync with the wild horse's heavy snorting.

"three two"

The moment the wild horse exhaled, she suddenly flipped her wrist.

The tweezers cut into the cuticle at a perfect 45-degree angle, precisely gripping the edge of the flint along the texture.

Press your thumb against the blood vessel to prevent sudden bleeding from irritating the horse.

The whole process was so fast that even a high-speed camera could only capture a fleeting afterimage.

"All right."

The blood-stained flint clattered into the first-aid kit.

Before the wild horse could even react to the pain, its wound had already been cleaned.

Xu Ying then took out a medicine bottle containing a pale green ointment.

Her movements suddenly became extremely gentle, her fingertips dipping into the ointment and gently circling it on the wound, as if she were applying lotion to a newborn.

The wild horse's wet breath brushed against her hair, and her heavy breathing gradually calmed down. When Xu Ying finally wrapped the horse's hooves with bandages, this half-ton desert overlord lowered its head and gently pressed its forehead against her shoulder—the highest form of courtesy a foal in the Przewalski's horse herd shows to its mare.

Under the scorching sun, sweat dripped from Xu Ying's eyelashes onto the horse's hooves.

She wiped her face casually, leaving a bloody mark on her cheek—her arm had been cut by the noose at some point.

The crimson hue, contrasting with her relaxed smile, made her resemble a wild rose blooming in the desert, as captured by the drone.

The stallion's wet nose brushed against her neck; this wild and untamed desert spirit was now as docile as a house cat.

"It's alright now." She patted the wild horse's neck, her voice husky with laughter. "Go on."

The wild horse raised its head and let out a long neigh before turning and galloping toward the waiting herd.

Its running posture became light and agile again, as if it had never been injured.

However, the next moment, an even more shocking scene unfolded!

Xu Ying was about to get up when she suddenly stopped.

The entire herd of horses had quietly formed a semicircle at some point.

The lead stallion lowered its head, its front knees slowly bending, its heavy body pressing a shallow crater into the sand.

Then came the second, the third, and a total of twelve Przewalski's horses, who, like soldiers being inspected, bent their front knees one after another.

Grains of sand rolled off their glossy fur, shimmering like golden rain in the sunlight.

Xu Ying stood there, her throat suddenly tightening. She knew what this meant—it wasn't submission, it wasn't fear, but the most precious gift from the creatures of the desert: recognition.

The stallion raised its head, her image reflected in its amber eyes. It let out a short neigh.

Behind him, Jia Yao slumped on the sand, staring in disbelief at the scene.

His lips trembled, but he couldn't utter a single word.

The production crew and viewers alike were amazed by this visual feast.

[Even the script couldn't have produced this effect! My amazing Station Master Xu!]

[Is this a veterinarian? This must be a god of veterinary medicine!]

From today onwards, Xu Ying is my only sister!

Jia Yao's fans should go and swear by Xu Ying.

Xu Ying stood up and returned a standard knightly salute.

She patted the sand off her knees.

She turned to look at Jia Yao; the bloodstains on her face had dried and appeared dark red in the sunlight.

Jia Yao remained slumped on the sand. His lips trembled violently, his carefully drawn eyeliner smudged into panda eyes by sweat, and his expensive ripped jeans were now truly ripped.

"Thank you." The voice of the top idol sounded like it had been sanded.

"Can I still leave?"

"Do you still need me to carry you back?"

The teasing tone made Jia Yao blush instantly.

He scrambled to his feet, but froze when he saw the bloody marks on Xu Ying's arm from the reins.

"Your hand"

Xu Ying casually swung her arm. "Just a minor injury."

She bent down to pick up the noose from the ground, then suddenly frowned. "But you have to pay for this. It's Italian hand-woven."

Of course, we have to seize this opportunity to make a quick buck!

Jia Yao opened his mouth, but in the end he just nodded heavily.

For the first time, something other than fear and arrogance appeared in his eyes—pure awe.