I raise furry animals and fly them to my motherland.

Chapter 223 Picking Up a Fool
As Xu Ying examined the last Mongolian rabbit, she explained, "That's to help it adapt to the cold environment."

"A flat face can reduce heat loss, and the same goes for thick facial hair."

"Did you notice its pupils? They're round even during the day, which is to give it better vision when hunting at dawn and dusk."

"Wow!" The little sand cat leaned closer to examine the Pallas's cat's face, and the latter finally reacted, slowly turning its head towards the overly enthusiastic little guy.

"Okay, give them some space."

Xu Ying gently pulled the little sand cat away, "Dehydrated animals need quiet rest."

She looked around the examination table; all the small animals' breathing had stabilized.

The Pallas's cat's eyelids began to droop; in its safe environment, it could finally relax and doze off.

"Thanks to you all today."

Xu Ying squatted down and stroked the heads of the black serval and the little sand cat in turn. "If you hadn't found them in time, these little guys might have been in danger."

The little sand cat proudly puffed out its chest: [We are the desert animal police station! The guardian stars of the desert animal residents!]
[My mentor is the station chief, and I'm the team leader, just like Team Leader Chen Su!]
The black serval smiled, a rare occurrence, its tail tip swaying gently.

The little sand cat had already jumped onto Xu Ying's shoulder and affectionately rubbed against her cheek.

Inspired by the little sand cat's "cat talk," Xu Ying had an idea: it wouldn't be bad to establish a formal desert animal police station for these small animals.

Now that we have enough funds, we prepare equipment and supplies for these enthusiastic little animals. The difference is that this is voluntary; they don't have to clock in every day.

Xu Ying quietly put the "Desert Animal Police Station" on the agenda in her notebook.

Putting away her pen, Xu Ying looked out the window. The scorching sun was still baking the desert, and a sense of doubt arose in her heart.

The temperature is indeed high today, but such high temperatures are normal in the desert, and such weather occurs from time to time.

There aren't usually that many small animals that are short of water, are there?

Has something happened?

Wait until these dehydrated animals wake up and then ask them.

Xu Ying turned around to prepare for the next round of intravenous fluid replacement.

The Pallas's cat was purring softly in its sleep, as if it were having a sweet dream. Its gray whiskers were being blown up and down, making it look incredibly cute.

Xu Ying smiled and adjusted the IV drip rate. Her fingers gently stroked the cat's thick fur. The outer layer of grayish-brown fur of the Pallas's cat felt rough and hard to the touch, as if it had been coated with a thin layer of wax, which had a very good waterproof and dustproof effect.

Moreover, it even has a bouncy feel; when she parted the fur with her fingers, it quickly returned to its original shape, similar to the fluffy effect of a feather pillow, but with more support.

The inner fur, hidden by the outer layer, feels very delicate, like a coarse, long cashmere scarf. Xu Ying even touched the Pallas's cat's flesh, which was very bouncy.

She's gotten a little addicted to petting them; her mouth is practically stretched to her ears. It's so wonderful to be able to openly touch all sorts of protected animals!
Just as Xu Ying was happily petting the Pallas's cat, another noise came from outside the rescue station.

Xu Ying quickly opened the door of the rescue station.

A vulture landed steadily on the wooden stake of the "landing pad" that Xu Ying had prepared for them, its sharp claws clutching a fluffy thing.

This vulture is the youngest member of the vulture family, and it likes to "adventure and cruise" around. The young vulture loosened its beak, and two striped-bellied little owls fell limply to the ground, their wings drooping, without even the strength to stand up.

[Station Chief Xu, I found two unconscious owls. They're not dead yet, but the flavor isn't quite right. I've brought them to you.]
Xu Ying: The child is also quite picky about food.

The vulture tilted its head; it had intended to wait for the two owls to die and rot before enjoying their meal, but this owl looked like it was still a long way from dying.

The Little Owl, also known as the Striped Owl, has a pair of light-colored eyebrows and looks like a little old man suffering from heatstroke.

Xu Ying quickly picked up the baby owl and gently parted its feathers with her fingertips to check: [Dehydrated, body temperature slightly elevated.]
She skillfully pried open its beak and fed it a few drops of glucose water with a dropper.

The little owl caught its breath and blinked weakly: [...water...]
Xu Ying slowly fed the baby owl water.

She asked, "Little vulture, where did you find these two little ones?"

The vulture turned its head and looked north: [North, it seems there are quite a few small animals looking for water.]
It shook the sand off its wings: [Not just the two of them, at least a dozen animals along the way suffered from dehydration—sand foxes, jerboas, lizards… even two sandgrouse, the best at storing water, died.]
Xu Ying's fingertips paused.

It seems there's a problem with the water source to the north.

As afternoon approached, the sun began to wane.

The dehydrated animals gradually recovered.

The first to awaken was the Pallas's cat. Its round, light golden eyes darted left and right as it tilted its head to look at Xu Ying, its bulging eyes filled with questions like, "Where is this? Who are you? Why am I here?"

Xu Ying squatted down and gently poked its forehead: "Silly boy, don't you even know you're dehydrated?"

The Pallas's cat blinked, then slowly lowered its head, licked its dry, cracked paws, and then... froze.

It seemed to finally realize—[Oh, I think I really am a little thirsty.]
It had already sat up, its tail curled up in front of it, its two front paws resting on its furry tail, like natural pads. The whole thing squatted there, like a cute little stone block.

The Pallas's cat's call sounds like a tabby cat's, and the pronunciation is similar to "wa-ao-wa-ao" or "wa-wu-wa-wu".

[Where is this?]

Xu Ying explained to it slowly, "This is the 032 Desert Animal Rescue Station. I am the station manager, Xu Ying. You fainted from dehydration in the desert and were brought to the rescue station by a kind cat."

The Pallas's cat stared blankly at her, its round eyes unblinking, as if trying to understand her words.

"Thank you," it said slowly.

"How could you faint from dehydration? Did you not find a water source?" Xu Ying asked softly.

"The little river where I used to drink water suddenly dried up," the Pallas's cat recalled, tilting its head. "I thought if I slept for a few days and went back, the water would come back."
Suddenly, the Pallas's cat got thirsty again and opened its mouth to Xu Ying, croaking, "[Stationmaster, I'm thirsty.]"
Xu Ying handed it a large two-liter water bottle with a straw attached: "Suck hard through this straw."

The Pallas's cat held the large water bottle with all four paws and began to suck on it, gulping down the water.

After a while, it released the kettle and looked confused, as if it was wondering why there was so much water here.

It looked up at Xu Ying: [Who are you? Why are you here in front of me?]
Xu Ying: ...I've seen plenty of clever and nimble little animals, so this is the first time I've seen one that's so naturally naive.

Xu Ying had to repeat her self-introduction again.