Forest Ranger, starting from Picking Up a Lynx Girl-Chapter 95 - Why Dont You Have Lice on Your Head

Chapter 95: Chapter 95 Why Don’t You Have Lice on Your Head, Negative Review Chapter 95: Chapter 95 Why Don’t You Have Lice on Your Head, Negative Review Uncle said that this was the cow’s first time giving birth, and she was facing a difficult delivery.

Chen Ying looked it over. The calf seemed too large, definitely not the typical size for domestic yaks, and it was presenting with a bent elbow, complicating the birth.

After asking discreetly, it became clear that the cow was indeed carrying a “Wild Blood Yak.”

The so-called Wild Blood Yak is a crossbreed between wild yaks and domestic yaks, similar to what is referred to on the mainland as “second-generation wild boar.”

The Wild Blood Yak inherits the strengths of both wild and domestic yaks: large body size, fast growth rate, and a stronger adaptability to high-altitude environments.

Moreover, offspring from female Wild Blood Yaks produce 1.5 times more milk and about 30% more meat than domestic yaks, with a calf survival rate of over 98%, commanding prices more than double. [Note 1]

While Wild Blood Yaks are strongly supported by the government as a specialty in Tibet’s agriculture and animal husbandry, there are very few cases in this particular Tibetan region.

On further inquiry, it turned out that the uncle’s niece had married into a herding family in Tibet. This technique was something the niece had mentioned to him.

However, while there are specialized technical teams handling this in Tibet, the uncle seemed to be acting rashly on his own, simply letting his domestic cow mate with a wild yak…

Yet, against all odds, he had succeeded.

But he hadn’t anticipated the size of the wild yak; the calf inherited its sire’s large frame, thus the difficult delivery.

Suo Wang was particularly anxious, quietly asking Chen Ying if he could help.

He said the uncle was a very good person who, despite some misfortune at home, had always tried to help other less fortunate people.

Many from the Forest Police had received help from the uncle’s family.

Chen Ying had the uncle’s wife feed the cow some sugar water and concentrated feed, then tried to stuff the slightly protruding calf back in, planning to use repositioning techniques to adjust the calf’s slightly awry position before deciding whether it might be possible to deliver without surgery.

If not, surgery would be the only option.

The uncle’s household had prepared paraffin oil, which they used to lubricate the birth canal after pushing the calf back in.

By now, the labor-inducing injection previously administered had taken effect, and the cow started to exert efforts to push.

Chen Ying, while helping, spoke words of comfort and encouragement to the cow. This time, finally, leveraging the cow’s pushing, the calf was pulled out of the birth canal.

The remainder of the work could be handled by the uncle and his wife, as their experience surpassed that of Chen Ying.

“This was a significant injury, uncle, you’ll need to boost the cow’s nutrition, feed her more concentrated feed.”

“Got it, thank you, thank you so much, comrade.”

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Tears streamed down the uncle’s face as he grasped Chen Ying’s hand endlessly grateful.

“We’re so fortunate you were here; otherwise, we’d have achieved nothing this year.”

The cow and calf were their most precious assets; the uncle’s emotion was deeply genuine.

The Tibetan Granny had already prepared butter tea, insisting they stay for a meal and refusing to let them leave.

“Granny, we’ll have a cup of tea but then we must go. Dr. Chen has work to do, and we also have to patrol. How about we come over and visit when we’re on leave, alright?”

Granny pouted, showing a bit of displeasure, but Suo Wang managed to coax a laugh out of her after a short while.

Before leaving, Granny and the uncle insisted on giving them two beautiful strips of dried yak meat, saying they’d be offended if the offer was refused.

Left without a choice, Chen Ying accepted them. He also gave his phone number to the uncle, suggesting he call if any of their livestock fell sick. Even if he couldn’t make it in person, he could provide guidance on how to handle the situation.

Veterinarians for animal husbandry are scarce in the highlands, with one person responsible for a vast area, and unpredictable weather sometimes made it impossible for them to arrive.

The uncle noted the phone number with utmost seriousness and specially added “Dr. Chen” to the note.

Returning to the police station’s small outpost, Yin Li had just gotten back with Uncle Hong.

They would stay another night tonight, and tomorrow morning a car from the police station at the bottom of the mountain would come up to deliver supplies and rotate the staff.

Uncle Hong had already worked twenty-five days in a row here. After going down, he would complete his work report and summary and would then have four consecutive days off.

Chen Ying hung the dried yak meat underneath the eaves outside the door.

This spot was well-ventilated and wouldn’t be exposed to direct sunlight; it didn’t need a refrigerator and could be kept until next year without spoiling.

Uncle Hong was a veteran police officer, familiar with every inch of these high mountain meadows. He knew like the back of his hand what precious plants grew in the thickets and Streamstone beach areas and what creatures inhabited them.

“If you are interested, you can go check out Streamstone beach. It’s right next to a mixed coniferous and broadleaf forest, and sometimes you might run into Tibetan Chief Monkeys there.”

Last year they had rescued a Little Monkey there.

“That Little Monkey was mischievous, playing with the half-grown monkeys, and ended up getting its arm dislocated from being pulled back and forth by its siblings.”

Suo Wang was the rescuer, and just thinking of that Little Monkey made him want to laugh.

“Thankfully, a Veterinarian uncle was there at the time. He helped put the Little Monkey’s arm back in place, even going so far as to fix it in place for three days before letting it move freely.”

“That Little Monkey was incredibly naughty, even catching bugs to scare the uncle, and got a lesson from its mother because of it.”

When Suo Wang mentioned this, Chen Ying was intrigued.

He had never encountered wild Tibetan Chief Monkeys before, and wondered if they were cuter than the Golden Snub-Nosed Monkeys.

Without further ado, Suo Wang took them to Streamstone beach. They hadn’t even got out of the car when they saw a group of monkeys playing in the woodland by the water, some of the half-grown monkeys chasing and play-fighting with each other.

(Don’t worry, we’re not macaques from Emei Mountain)

There were also a couple of older-looking monkeys sitting on the rocks, basking in the sun while picking lice off each other.

The monkeys didn’t run away as they saw the humans approach, watching them with curiosity as they came closer.

Even the playful monkeys stopped their romping and agilely moved to the edge of the stony beach to play a stacking game.

Tibetan Chief Monkeys weren’t afraid of people, and would even take the initiative to get close to them.

Chen Ying and the others didn’t get too close to this group of monkeys, stopping on the opposite bank of the stream to take some photographs of the Tibetan Chief Monkeys.

In just that short time, a young monkey bravely dashed over, stopping in front of Chen Ying, curiously looking up at him.

Chen Ying squatted down to meet its gaze, and the monkey reached out a paw to tousle his hair.

Seeing that he didn’t shy away, the monkey moved in closer, signaling Chen Ying to lower his head so it could pick lice for him.

Curious about what the Little Guy would do, Chen Ying sat down on the ground, lowering his head to make the lice-picking easier for the young Tibetan Chief Monkey.

The young monkey methodically searched through his hair, but no matter how much it combed, it couldn’t find a single louse, and its expressions gradually became more frantic.

After fiddling for a while, the monkey grew tired of this game and went over to Yin Li, becoming quite interested in the camera in his hands, but not touching it directly. Instead, it leaned in with its head to peek.

Yin Li’s camera was set up on a tripod, recording the group of monkeys across the way.

“Squeak, there are monkeys in here too.”

The young monkey was startled and reached out a paw as if to rescue its kin from inside the device.

Yin Li couldn’t let the monkey grab it for real and quickly dodged out of the way.

The young Tibetan Chief Monkey was not pleased and started chattering incessantly while pulling on Yin Li’s arm.

In the next moment, the young monkeys, who were playing the stacking game on the stones, raced over like a whirlwind.