Chapter 207: Chapter 206: A Peerless Scene

The show’s security team had already rushed over, pulling Jia Yao out from under the horse’s hooves.

“Neigh—!” The wild horse suddenly let out a strange whinny.

Xu Ying’s pupils constricted abruptly.

What sounded like a regular horse’s whinny to others was a clear cry of pain to her: [Left front hoof… sharp thing… embedded in the pad…]

“Release!” Xu Ying suddenly let go of the reins, raising her hands above her head, “I can heal your injury!”

“I can understand what animals say.”

“There’s something stabbed into your left front hoof, isn’t there?”

The anxious Przewalski’s wild horse slightly calmed down at Xu Ying’s gentle tone, its big watery eyes fixed on Xu Ying.

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

Their hot breaths exhaled from their nostrils brushed her body.

The heavy breathing made Xu Ying’s heartbeat unconsciously speed up.

She looked incredibly cool on the outside, but inwardly she was a bit nervous.

The director watching the monitors and the on-site security team were also nervous, hearts in their throats.

Now surrounded by these wild horses, a slight mishap could provoke them, possibly resulting in a fatal incident.

The entire online audience was on edge, following the drone footage with tense nerves.

[Desert rescuers have such a dangerous job! The government should really give them bonuses!]

[I used to find Little Xu Station Chief’s videos quite fun, never thought they wouldn’t show us the dangerous side.]

[I dislike Jia Yao even more now, always causing trouble!]

Jia Yao’s fans were now silent, too afraid to speak.

The sand-covered emergency kit slipped from Xu Ying’s waist, the tweezers and powder glinting coldly in the sunlight.

Xu Ying patiently explained, “I am a vet sent by the government to treat animals, and this is medicine made by humans, acting very quickly.”

In the breathless standoff, the stallion finally lowered its front hoof, after panting heavily.

The blazing sun grilled the Gobi Desert, the scalding pebbles hot enough to burn skin.

Xu Ying knelt on one knee on the sizzling sand, her knee instantly feeling a sharp sting, yet she remained motionless.

Her left hand steadily supported the wild horse’s injured front hoof, fingertips gently stroking the swollen skin along the hoof’s seam.

“It might hurt a bit.” Her voice was as soft as coaxing a child, yet her gaze was sharp as a knife.

In the close-up shot, a sharp piece of flint had already deeply embedded itself in the horse’s hoof pad, the surrounding flesh an unhealthy grayish-white, with festering granulated tissue peeping out from the stone’s crevices.

It wasn’t a fatal injury, but rather like a permanent piece of gravel in a shoe, grinding away day after day, forcing the proud desert king to bow its noble head.

Xu Ying’s right hand retrieved the tweezers from her waist.

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

“Three, two…”

In the instant the horse exhaled, her wrist suddenly flipped.

The tweezers cut into the keratin at a perfect 45-degree angle, precisely clamping the flint’s edge along the grain.

Her thumb simultaneously pressed down on the blood vessel to prevent sudden bleeding from startling the horse.

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

“It’s done.”

The bloodied flint clattered into the emergency kit.

The wild horse hadn’t even had time to react to the pain before its wound had already been cleaned.

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

Her movements suddenly became incredibly gentle, her fingertips dabbing the ointment onto the wound as if applying lotion to a newborn.

The moist breath of the wild horse brushed over her hair, its heavy breathing gradually calming down.

As Xu Ying wrapped the horse’s hoof in a bandage, the half-ton desert monarch lowered its head, gently pressing its forehead against her shoulder—this was the highest gesture of submission a Przewalski’s wild horse foal would show its mother in the herd.

Under the scorching sun, sweat dripped from Xu Ying’s eyelashes onto the horse’s hoof.

She casually wiped her face, drawing a line of blood across her cheek—a rope burn cut her arm at some point.

The crimson hue complemented her relaxing smile, resembling a wild rose blossoming in the desert as seen from the drone’s aerial shot.

The stallion’s moist muzzle brushed past her neck, this untamed desert spirit now as docile as a house cat.

“It’s okay now.” She patted the wild horse’s neck, her voice carrying a hoarse chuckle, “Go on.”

The wild horse raised its head in a long neigh, turning to run back to its waiting herd.

Its running form regained its lightness and agility as if it had never been injured.

Yet in the next moment, an even more startling scene unfolded!

Just as Xu Ying was about to rise, she suddenly froze.

The entire horse herd had quietly formed a semicircle around her without her noticing.

The leading stallion lowered its head, its front knee bending slowly, its heavy body pressing a shallow pit into the sand.

Then the second, the third… a total of twelve Przewalski’s wild horses, like soldiers being reviewed, bowed one after another.

Grains of sand rolled off their gleaming coats, shimmering like golden rain in the sunlight.

Standing there, Xu Ying felt her throat tighten. She understood what this meant—not submission, not fear, but the desert creatures’ most precious gift: acknowledgement.

The stallion lifted its head, its amber eyes reflecting her silhouette. It let out a short whinny.

Behind her, Jia Yao sat slumped on the sand, dumbfounded by the sight.

His lips trembled, yet not a word could be uttered.

The show’s staff and the audience in front of their screens let out exclamations at this visual spectacle.

[Even a script couldn’t produce this effect. My Little Xu Station Chief is incredible!]

[Is this a vet? This must be the god of vets!]

[From today, Xu Ying is my one and only sister!]

[Jia Yao’s fans should just bow to Xu Ying now.]

Xu Ying stood up and returned a standard knight’s salute.

She patted the sand off her knees.

She turned to look at Jia Yao, the blood on her face already dried to a dark red in the sunlight.

Jia Yao still sat collapsed on the sand. His lips trembled violently, the carefully drawn eyeliner smudged into panda eyes by sweat, his expensive ripped jeans now truly torn.

“Tha… thanks…” The top idol’s voice sounded as if it had been sanded down.

“Can you still walk?”

“Or do you need me to carry you back?”

The teasing tone made Jia Yao’s face flush red.

He scrambled to his feet but suddenly froze when he saw the rope burn marks on Xu Ying’s arm.

“Your hand…”

Xu Ying casually shook her arm, “Just a small injury.”

She bent down to pick up the rope from the ground, frowning suddenly, “But you’ll need to compensate for this, it’s handcrafted in Italy.”

Of course, she had to seize the chance to make a profit!

Jia Yao opened his mouth but ultimately just nodded heavily.

For the first time, his eyes showed something besides fear and arrogance—pure reverence.

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