I raise furry animals and fly them to my motherland.

Chapter 222 Massive Dehydration!
Jiang Mo's expression was calm, but his gaze was exceptionally serious: "This time, we owe it all to you."

He paused, "The scandal from a year and a half ago has been cleared up, and Zhang Chenyi's problem has been resolved. You saved my acting career, and I can earn even more in the future."

"All things considered, I'm the one who profited this time."

"That's impressive." Xu Ying sincerely praised him, recalling some celebrities who were harsh on their staff and even resold gifts to fans. She couldn't help but look at Jiang Mo with new respect. "You're sure to be a star in the entertainment industry for a long time!"

Jiang Mo chuckled upon hearing this and took a sip of coffee: "Thank you for your kind words."

Back at the shelter that evening, Xu Ying was still deeply moved and couldn't calm down for a long time, looking at the check in her pocket again and again.

She took out her notebook and started planning. The number of animal members at the rescue station was increasing, and she needed to hire staff and build dormitories for them. The animal hospital under construction already included staff dormitories.

So the dormitories for volunteers can be the same as the small, prefabricated steel houses at her shelter, but they need to be furnished comfortably.

Xu Ying and the construction team sent by the Qiao Group inquired and found that the cost of building a movable and reusable prefabricated steel house was 25 yuan per house.

Based on the current size of the shelter, it needs at least 4 employees.

Xu Ying, adhering to the principle of "less is more," planned to build 10 rooms, since the rescue station was planned to be built as 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 finalized tomorrow.

The desert animal hospital is currently in the foundation-laying stage, with site hardening being carried out.

This large desert animal hospital will take a year to build.

Xu Ying initially thought it might cost 10 million, and Qiao Yuxi also told her that the cost wouldn't be much and there was no need to worry. However, she later found out that Qiao Yanli had set a small budget, 10 million, with 80 million to build the hospital and 20 million as a reserve fund for the hospital's operation.

This was Xu Ying's first direct understanding of extreme wealth, which broadened her worldview.

Qiao Yanli and Qiao Yuxi, this uncle and nephew pair, are truly incredibly wealthy!
She also wants to work hard to save money for the animals so they can have a better life.

*
Midday in the desert.

As soon as Xu Ying pushed open the metal door of the rescue station, a wave of heat hit her.

She squinted, shielding her eyes from the glaring sunlight, and inwardly cursed – the temperature today was even higher than predicted.

[Station Master Xu, help!]
A hurried sound came from beside her feet.

Xu Ying looked down and saw the little sand cat anxiously pawing at her trouser leg with its paws.

Behind the little sand cat, the black serval, who always looks cool, is carrying a semi-conscious Mongolian rabbit in its mouth and gently placing it in the shade in front of the door.

"what happened?"

Xu Ying squatted down and gently stroked the little sand cat's dry fur with her fingers.

"It's so hot! It's so hot!" The little sand cat spun around in a circle. "We found a lot of little guys fainting on the back of the dunes. Master said they're dehydrated!"

Xu Ying then noticed that five or six small animals were neatly arranged on the open ground behind the two cats: two Mongolian rabbits, a jerboa, a desert hedgehog, and a Pallas's cat.

The round-faced Pallas's cat lay on its side, looking just like a plush toy that had wilted in the sun.

The long, grayish-brown fur stood up in a messy, upright manner, revealing the snow-white undercoat beneath.

Its signature flat, round face was lifeless; two tufts of black ear hair lay limply on its head; its golden, round eyes were unfocused and listless; black eyeliner made its expression appear particularly melancholy. (A Pallas's cat with a flat, round face)
Xu Ying's heart clenched instantly.

"Quick, help me move them inside!"

She acted quickly and carefully picked up the weakest Pallas's cat.

The shelter was much cooler inside than outside, with three electric fans humming and a large air conditioner.

Xu Ying quickly cleared the examination table and laid out a clean towel.

The little sand cat and the black serval skillfully helped carry the small animals in one by one.

"Little Sand Cat, where are you? Can you get me some wet towels?" Xu Ying asked while checking on the jerboa's condition.

[Here it is!]
A crisp voice came from behind the medicine cabinet. The little sand cat poked its head out, a stack of damp towels in its mouth. "[Station Master Xu, I'm ready!]"
Xu Ying smiled and nodded; this little guy was always so clever.

She took the damp towel and gently wrapped it around the jerboa's body. "The first step in dehydration first aid is to lower its body temperature, but not too quickly."

(Jump mouse, true wired mouse)
She moved gently and quickly, performing a preliminary examination on each animal.

The Pallas's cat was placed in the corner of the examination table, with the little sand cat squatting beside it, tilting its head to observe.

The Pallas's cat's pink nose was dry and cracked, and its beard lay droopy on both sides of its cheeks.

Its short, thick limbs were spread out, revealing pale pink paw pads, and even its fluffy short tail drooped limply.

[Station Master Xu, has this big cat's brain been damaged by the sun?]
The little sand cat gently poked the Pallas's cat's face with its paw. [I called him several times but he didn't respond.]
"Shh!"

Xu Ying quickly put down the syringe and gently covered the little Pallas's cat's mouth. "Don't say that. Pallas's cats are naturally slow-reacting animals."

She walked over to the Pallas's cat and carefully examined its pupils and gums. Only when Xu Ying touched the soft fur behind its ears did it blink slowly, make a faint "squeak" sound, and reveal two small canine teeth.

"This is a physiological characteristic of Pallas's cats, not a disease. Although they are both felines, their metabolic rate is much lower than yours, so they always seem a bit slower."

The little sand cat blinked its big eyes: [Really? I thought all felines were as clever as me!]
Xu Ying smiled and patted its head, her hands moving continuously.

She fetched saline and glucose and began establishing an intravenous access for the Pallas's rabbit.

"Pallas's lives in high-altitude and desert areas, and this slow metabolism helps them adapt to harsh environments and food shortages. They may look cute, but it is actually an evolutionary survival strategy."

When the needle pierced the vein in the Pallas's cat's forelimb, the round-faced creature slowly blinked and made a muffled "gurgle" sound in its throat.

"See, it's fine."

Xu Ying adjusted the IV drip rate, "It's just that the high temperature makes it more sluggish than usual."

For the next hour, the shelter transformed into a busy emergency center.

Xu Ying devised different hydration plans for each animal: the Mongolian rabbits only needed subcutaneous injections of saline solution;
The jerboa's condition is more serious and it requires intravenous fluid replacement;
Hedgehogs prefer to drink water by licking it 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 apprentice were not idle either. One was responsible for looking after the small animals that had just regained consciousness, while the other stood guard at the door to prevent predators from approaching.

[Station Chief Xu, why are the Pallas's cats' faces so flat?]
The little sand cat asked curiously again, clearly showing great interest in this newly acquainted "distant relative".