Forest Ranger, starting from Picking Up a Lynx Girl-Chapter 85 - Brother Monkey Achieves Again

Chapter 85: Chapter 85 Brother Monkey Achieves Again

Half an hour later, Little Chen packed up and prepared to descend the mountain.

This time, encountering the poacher allowed them to rescue many injured animals, including some young ones, presumably intended to be sold to the Black Circus.

The rescue station was short on staff, and both Little Chen and Xiao Song needed to return to the center to help. Even Duanmu was notified to be ready, and the less severely injured animals were sent to the rescue station for his care.

Little Sen felt a bit tempted but couldn’t leave Baby Bear behind.

Chen Ying thought for a moment and proactively called Director Bai, offering to help with the rescue efforts at the center.

Director Bai was probably very busy and only said to wait for him to tally up everything before arranging the work.

Everyone had a restless night.

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The poachers admitted to having set over a hundred traps and inconspicuous bird nets on the mountain.

It was said that at that time, Zhang Muzi, a rescuer, took off his uniform shirt, ready to tussle with them, and the young man burst into tears.

Chen Ying went silently to find Brother Monkey, and at the cost of three crates of bananas, asked Brother Monkey’s troop to help look for bird nets and animals trapped in snares around the area.

The three crates of bananas were purchased personally online by Chen Ying, to be delivered to the rescue station, and Brother Liu and his colleagues would find time to help transport them up the mountain.

Brother Monkey didn’t understand what a bird net was, so Chen Ying even showed it on a tablet, enlarging photos of birds caught in nets and animals trapped in snares.

Brother Monkey chattered and pointed at one of the snare photos, pulling him to go.

Chen Ying followed without a second word.

Near the gorge on the north side of Huaqiu Valley, Chen Ying saw a sprawled Forest musk deer.

The little musk deer lay weakly on the ground, with two other musk deer nearby; one, a larger one, was stuffing fresh plant leaves into the mouth of the little one.

By their sizes, it was clear this was a family unit, a mother deer with her two children.

Seeing these three together, Chen Ying recalled the time he had helped another musk deer mother give birth.

He wondered if that family of musk deer was still well or had become prey for predators.

As Chen Ying approached, the other young musk deer timidly jumped away, hiding behind branches and peeking out.

The musk deer mother panicked, wanting to flee but reluctant to leave her children, turning in circles.

Chen Ying approached slowly, not minding the mother deer’s nervousness, and looked carefully at the young musk deer’s hoof.

A fracture was definite, but fortunately, there were no signs of infection.

The musk deer’s legs were quite slender, and it was fortunate that a stone had jammed the snare, catching its ankle without embedding deeply into the bone.

The fracture occurred as the little musk deer desperately kicked to free itself from the snare, breaking its still-soft leg bones.

Such luck was rare among wild animals.

But had Brother Monkey not led him here, this young musk deer would only have faced death in a few days.

After managing to remove the snare, the little musk deer still lay motionless.

Its leg definitely needed treatment, so he had to take it down the mountain.

Just as he was worrying about how to carry the little musk deer, Master Yi climbed up along a nearby animal trail.

Chen Ying rushed to seek his help.

“Little Ying? What are you doing here?”

Master Yi’s accent was heavy, making him hard to understand for someone not local.

“Uncle Yi, the little musk deer’s leg was injured by a snare, possibly a day or two ago. Could you help me, put it in a sling on my back? I need to carry it down the mountain.”

“I’ll carry it; you, young fellow, probably don’t have that much strength.”

Master Yi carried his own handmade basket, not very large, which he normally used for mountain patrolling to carry some water and food, and also to pick up trash and found snares. After padding it a bit, the little musk deer just fit inside.

Chen Ying first fed some water to the little musk deer while Master Yi looked around and found no other snares.

Normally, the poachers would place snares along animal trails, not too densely, as that would make them too conspicuous.

These animal trails are steep and slippery, frequented mostly by creatures like the Forest musk deer that excel at climbing, while other animals rarely venture here.

Such trails are common in the mountains, and Uncle Yi and his team inspect each one about three to five times a month.

Given the extensive area covered by Jiamu Gully Forest Station, visiting every path monthly is already a packed schedule, barely sufficient for the task.

In April, May, or late autumn, patrols for fire hazards intensify—starting before dawn and ending after dark, sometimes requiring overnight stays in the mountains, significantly increasing the workload.

Chen Ying plucked some tender leaves to calm the mother Forest musk deer.

Taking the young Forest musk deer away likely meant it would never see its mother again. However, not taking it would mean certain death awaited it.

“I’ll take it and treat its injuries,” he said, “and once it’s healed, we’ll see about returning it to the mountains or what else to do. Don’t worry, I’ll take good care of it.”

The mother Forest musk deer looked intently at Chen Ying, touched his finger one last time, then licked her child’s mouth before resolutely leaving with her other offspring.

Watching the mother and child disappear into the forest, Master Yi patted Chen Ying’s shoulder. Together, they put the young Forest musk deer into a backpack and Master Yi carried it down the mountain.

Back at the rescue station, they met Brother Liu and Sister Dai who were delivering a batch of mildly injured herbivorous animals suitable for recovery in the outer field of the Panda House.

Seeing Chen Ying and Master Yi return with an injured young Forest musk deer and a leg-hold trap, Brother Liu ranted passionately for fifteen minutes before calming down.

After completing the handover to Duanmu, Sister Dai came over to talk to Chen Ying.

“Xiao Song has gone down the mountain to help elsewhere, so the mountain work is up to you. Little Sen should still focus on Baby Bear, but you’ll need to put extra effort into the rescue station.”

Sister Dai mentioned that the center had already requested support from the veterinary department at Agricultural University, expecting about fifteen students to arrive tomorrow.

“They are novices, after all, so they can’t be responsible for treatment by themselves, but they can handle post-treatment care and feeding. We have assigned a student to help mainly assist Duanmu on your side.”

“The injured animals we’ve brought up mostly have bone injuries. You should seize this opportunity. Once you finish your thesis, I’ll introduce you to some contacts and next time you can aim for a national level project.”

“Thank you, Sister Dai. You can count on me.”

It’s good to see there are still so many kind people!

After examining the injured animals, it seemed they were mostly juveniles from Second Nation, perhaps injured because someone wanted to sell them or smuggle them abroad. Their injuries were not severe and would heal with some care.

Others with bone injuries received splints and acupuncture as needed.

By the time all tasks were done, it was past one in the morning.

“Brother Ying, come have some supper.”

As he exited the observation room, Little Deng quickly called him over.

The supper was simple, just instant noodles with added luncheon meat and eggs.

The big guys ate eagerly, consuming two packs of noodles each due to their fast-paced work.

Uncle Zhao and Uncle Yi didn’t stay up with the younger ones, opting to sleep around ten o’clock.

They were not tech-savvy and couldn’t operate drones, so they were responsible for the more accessible, closer areas, which they patrolled daily.

Yin Li and Little Deng each had a drone to cover ravines and hard-to-reach areas, a not insignificant responsibility.

Chen Ying stretched his neck and shoulders; after performing several bone treatments continuously, his own bones felt protesting.

“Brother Ying, I heard not only are our three conservation areas stepping up their efforts, but I saw that other reserves are also enforcing stricter measures. Look, both Meng Province and New Province have seized several poaching cases.”

Chen Ying didn’t want to delve into this grim topic; the sight of bloodied Big Cats lying on the police station floor shown to him by Sister Dai earlier haunted him, inevitably making him think of Jinya and Mr. Lepus.

When things settle down here, he should find time to see how Mr. Lepus was doing.

Snow begins to fall in the mountains around October, making the paths much more difficult to traverse.

But that’s the season the Lynx and the Snow Leopard love most.

Hearing Chen Ying wanted to visit Mr. Lepus before the snowfall, Little Deng eagerly looked towards Yin Li.

“Stop it,” Yin Li immediately quashed his excitement, “you have no experience hiking in Snow Mountain; what would you do there? Wait a couple more years, then you won’t be able to resist going.”

Chen Ying looked up at Yin Li and chuckled quietly.

That guy, with his bold eyebrows and righteous face, could deceive Little Deng without even blinking. If it weren’t for his familiarity with Yin Li’s character, he might have believed he was genuinely considering Little Deng’s interests.

Tsk, crafty!