The stench of rot immediately filled the air, with a few grains of sand embedded in the festering wound.
When Chen Su looked up, he noticed that Xu Ying had already donned gloves and was approaching with tweezers, their gazes meeting in the dim carriage.
Xu Ying said, "I'll clean the wound, you prepare the antibiotics."
A drop of sweat slid down Chen Su's chin as he nodded.
They cooperated like partners who had worked together for years.
As Xu Ying stitched up the wound, Chen Su supported the camel's neck and spoke soothingly.
While Chen Su was preparing the electrolyte solution, Xu Ying had already finished measuring the temperatures of all the camels.
Their cooperation was seamless, quickly and efficiently examining the five camels, and Xu Ying carefully recorded the condition of each one.
Xu Ying's focused silhouette was reflected in Mountain Peak's eyes, its black gemstone eyes moist and fixated on Xu Ying, as if etching this human figure permanently in its mind.
