Forest Ranger, starting from Picking Up a Lynx Girl-Chapter 94 - What Is There for a True Man to Fear

Chapter 94: Chapter 94: What Is There for a True Man to Fear about Having No Horns? Chapter 94: Chapter 94: What Is There for a True Man to Fear about Having No Horns? His feet wanted to leave, but his mind had its own ideas.

The narcissistic white-tailed deer lowered its head and charged forth.

The experienced deer let out a loud cry while launching its attack.

Having never participated in the mating season battles, the narcissistic white-tailed deer fought back in a panic, also emitting a loud cry, but it was immediately obvious that it lacked confidence.

The doe that had caught the narcissistic deer’s eye appeared indifferent, leisurely munching on tender leaves. Nearby, several other does ate while watching the battle, occasionally voicing calls that seemed like assessments of which buck was stronger.

The outcome was almost predictable, the narcissistic white-tailed deer was defeated, and the doe it had fallen for became the rival’s bride.

“Lulululu~” The narcissistic deer cried pitifully and rammed its head into the trunk of a tree.

One of its antlers was already broken, and while the other remained intact, the unbalanced weight caused it distress to the point of near madness.

In such a condition, as a veterinarian, Chen Ying couldn’t just watch the white-tailed deer self-harm.

This way, it might even break its cervical vertebrae.

Yin Li started to record everything, briefly describing the recent fight and giving a close-up of the broken antler. After that, Chen Ying took out a multitool, ready to cut off the white-tailed deer’s remaining antler.

This was different from natural shedding. The antlers weren’t at the mature binding phase yet and wouldn’t fall off so easily. To deal with a broken antler at this time, human tools were indispensable.

However, cutting off antlers without permission was illegal unless the antlers posed a life-threatening risk to the deer, and human intervention was not allowed otherwise.

The deer had been thrashing about with its remaining antler for over ten minutes, its head rubbed raw and bleeding without the antler falling off. Several times the antler got stuck in branches and couldn’t be pulled out, and it was Chen Ying who risked being kicked to help free it.

Seemingly aware that Chen Ying was helping, the white-tailed deer stayed still during the antler cutting. Its big eyes brimmed with tears, as though regretting why it followed these two two-legged beasts out of the area where it had lived alone.

Wuu wuu, its antlers, its beautiful antlers!

Chen Ying and Yin Li struggled to contain their laughter, daring not laugh out loud for fear of further upsetting the deer.

The severed antler was cut off and placed in a bag to take down the mountain and turn over to the Forest Police.

“There, there, a great stag doesn’t fret over the loss of antlers. You’re such a majestic buck, why cry? Your antlers will grow back next year, perhaps even more handsome than this year. Then you can choose any doe from the herd as you please. How great is that?”

“Lulululu~ My antlers!”

The more they tried to console him, the louder the deer cried. Finally, with a bow of his head, he charged into the bushes and was seen no more.

With the deer gone, Chen Ying and Yin Li could finally laugh out loud.

Circling around where the herd stood, they had to hurry on their way. If they failed to reach their destination before dark, they’d have to camp out.

After walking for a while, Chen Ying sensed something was off. Suddenly turning around, a fawn startled back, hiding shyly behind the bushes, gazing at them.

Its watery, large eyes were filled with curiosity.

The fawn had probably been born this year, curious about other creatures, having never encountered two-legged beasts before, it had unwittingly followed them.

“Whose child has wandered off? Come claim them!”

Chen Ying called out a few times, pretending to shoo away the fawn.

Terrified, the fawn turned and ran, stopping after a few meters to look back.

Just as Chen Ying considered whether to return the lost fawn, a large adult buck emerged.

Its antlers were quite different from the others, like two knives jutting out from the sides of its skull.

Judging by its physique, it must have been old, an experienced adult buck.

It called out to the fawn, lowered its head, and drove it back.

The fawn avoided the buck’s head and tiptoed back into the bushes.

The old stag stood still, its piercing intelligent eyes locked on Chen Ying and Yin Li until they had gone far away, still able to see the magnificent antlers of the old deer when they turned back.

(I have a question, don’t they get cervical spondylosis?)

From afternoon to evening, the weather was quite good, the stars were bright, and the road was clear enough to see without using a flashlight.

They had entered the highland grasslands, and normally, barring accidents, they wouldn’t encounter any ferocious beasts. After about two more kilometers, they would be able to reach the miniature police station set up by the Forest Police in this area.

Two kilometers might not seem far, but for high-altitude areas, every meter was a struggle under heavy load.

By the time they saw the makeshift housing of the station point, Chen Ying was nearly out of energy.

“We finally made it, if not, we were about to go out and look for you.”

Suo Wang, the policeman stationed there, led them to the fire to warm up and poured them hot water to warm their bodies.

Another older policeman, Uncle Hong, brought them soup and rice heated on the stove.

“Bone broth, it’ll warm you up after eating.”

The two gobbled up half a pot of rice, finally catching their breath.

“Uncle Hong, let me wash the dishes and you rest.”

Yin Li stopped Uncle Hong and voluntarily went to wash the dishes, while Chen Ying was in charge of tidying up the table, picking up yak dung to put in the fire.

“We got a bit late coming down the mountain. We were actually planning to find a place to camp and come over when it was daylight. But then we found out the wind on the grasslands was too strong, and we didn’t have enough material to keep warm, so we might as well keep moving,”

Walking all day had left their feet numb.

Chen Ying took off her hiking boots and placed them beside the stove to dry, then took out the antlers she brought back to register.

With photos and video, their actions did not count as a violation.

“Hey, it seems like the size of the deer herd is a bit larger this year. Uncle Hong, look at this deer, doesn’t it look like the one we saw during our patrol in the mountains last year?”

Suo Wang was referring to the last old deer to come out, it had a calm demeanor and stable emotions, clearly a successful deer with countless offspring.

A stable deer herd meant a stable ecology.

They are an important link in the food chain, and the predators of the highland rely on them to get through the winter!

White-tailed deer: Polite?

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The conversation didn’t last long, as Uncle Hong had long made up a room next door, telling Chen Ying and Yin Li to get some rest early.

The next day, they didn’t wake up until nearly noon.

Yin Li went out to help, while Chen Ying turned on the video to contact her teacher and discussed a project her teacher had been involved with, about the monitoring of snow leopards in the highland mountainous area.

After sending the collected snow leopard data to her teacher, Chen Ying went outside to get some air.

Just as she stepped out, she saw a horse rushing towards the station.

It was a Tibetan uncle, looking anxious, speaking in words Chen Ying could barely understand, but she made out something about a difficult labor.

“It’s Uncle’s yak having trouble giving birth.”

Yin Li patted Chen Ying’s shoulder “Get ready with your tools, it’s your job now.”

Indeed, it wasn’t long before Suo Wang came looking for Chen Ying, asking her to help check on the situation at Uncle’s house.

A yak is an important asset for the nomadic herders, and if it died, it would be a loss of two lives, translating into a monetary loss of at least ten thousand yuan.

Without a word, Chen Ying grabbed her veterinary kit, and Suo Wang hopped on the motorcycle to take her to Uncle’s home.

The Uncle was a nomadic herder living in a large tent.

The mother yak was in a small pen beside the tent, already lying down powerless, tears wetting the fur on her face, her gaze nearly dispersing.

Chen Ying had assisted in the birth of many wild animals before but had never helped a yak give birth.

She bolstered herself, quickly disinfected, and entered the pen to first comfort and encourage the young yak mother.