"Achoo!"
The little otter patient sneezed mid-air, spraying droplets onto Xu Ying's gloves, but she didn't show any sign of distaste.
This made the otter's parents even more fond of Xu Ying—this human seemed different from the fussy, delicate humans they imagined!
Xu Ying held the warm little body, her fingers brushed over its ribs, and her heart sank—where there was once a plump waist, now bony ridges could be felt.
This poor little thing was using up its fat to produce antibodies.
Xu Ying knelt in front of the pet tent, gently placing the stethoscope against the furry chest of the youngest otter.
The little one's fur still carried the coolness of the stream, but its body temperature was noticeably high.
From the stethoscope came a rapid "da-da" sound, like a string of tiny drumbeats—its heart rate was as high as 220 beats per minute, faster than a normal otter's.
She frowned slightly and listened carefully to the lungs, indeed catching a faint hissing noise.
