Chen Ying took the three little ones outside the house, put on a mask and gloves, and checked them one by one. Thankfully, there were no visible parasites or fleas on their bodies.
Luckily, the low temperature here was not suitable for mosquito growth and breeding; otherwise, with their living conditions—eating, drinking, excreting all in one place—it was hard to imagine what might have happened.
As Chen Ying dealt with the three young jackals, Uncle Tashi and Sun Qihai were busy cleaning out the warehouse.
Meihua was also not idle; she put on protective clothing and disinfected the cleaned-out corner three times.
Hearing that the rescue station was sheltering three young jackals, the bored fellows from across the way all came to see what was going on.
Those who had something to do voluntarily helped move things out of the warehouse, kept what was usable, and tidied up the rest to pile outside, waiting for the delivery truck to take them to the dump.
