Northeast Golden Gradient Treats My Home as a Confinement Center

Chapter 151 Northeast Flying Dragon
Reporter Liang, Mr. Dong and his team heard the noise and rushed over here.

"Veterinarian Shen, what happened?" Reporter Liang poked his head out of the door and asked.

It would have been fine if he hadn't looked at it, but when he did, reporter Liang was stunned.

"Fuck, what a big cat!"

A traditional Chinese quintessence came out of reporter Liang's mouth. Fortunately, it was not a formal interview now, otherwise reporter Liang's image as a lady would be ruined.

When Mr. Dong saw the mountain cat for the first time, even though he was knowledgeable, he couldn't help but be surprised.

"Isn't this lynx too fat? It must weigh at least 100 kilograms."

This is the first time that Dong Zhilong has seen such a fat lynx.

He was a veterinarian and had to go down for inspections from time to time, so he was naturally familiar with wild animals like lynx.

In Dong Zhilong's impression, lynxes, like leopards, are very slim and rarely fat.

It is very rare to see a lynx as fat as Shen Xing's.

"Hey, what kind of bird is this?"

Old Dong had sharp eyes. In addition to the fat lynx, he also saw a strange bird and feathers scattered on the ground.

The feathers were still stained with blood, obviously having been stripped off by the fat lynx.

Shen Xing stood in front of the fat lynx with a stern face and a somewhat gloomy expression.

He put his hands on his hips and scolded:
"I'm asking you a question! Where did this chicken come from?"

His appearance scared reporter Liang and his group.

No, brother, this is a wild beast from the mountains, the legendary close relative of the tiger, the lynx!

Why are you treating it like a child and teaching it a lesson? And you have to give it a few big beatings?

How dare you!
This is an adult wild cat, not a cute little kitten!
Several people, including Mr. Dong, were dumbfounded when they saw Shen Xing scolding the lynx and even going up to give it a few big fights.

"Boy Shen, you must not provoke it. It's a wild lynx..." Old Dong spoke up and hurried to dissuade him.

But what made them feel strange was that the fat lynx just curled up in the corner, with its tail between its legs, looking at Shen Xing with pitiful eyes, making a whimpering sound, and looked extremely pitiful.

It looked as if it was admitting its mistake. It knew it was wrong and asked Shen Xing not to be angry and not to hit it.

Reporter Liang and Mr. Dong were both stunned. How afraid was this fat lynx weighing over 100 pounds of Shen Xing?

Your fighting ability is stronger than Shen Xing's. Show your feline wildness!

Old Dong looked at Shen Xing's back with admiration in his eyes. It was quite something that Shen Xing could tame the wild beasts in the mountains into this state.

No wonder they can raise Siberian tigers!

A man who can control a beast is full of charming charm. Reporter Liang looked at Shen Xing with admiration in her eyes. At this moment, she completely became Shen Xing's little fan girl.

"What, it flew into the warehouse by itself?" Shen Xing looked strange.

After a mental exchange with the fat lynx, Shen Xing got the news that the pheasant flew in through the window by itself.

Shen Xing was confused.

Doesn't this pheasant know that there is a wild lynx living in this warehouse?
Animals' sense of touch is much stronger than humans'. Even if it is a thousand meters away, this pheasant should be able to find that there is a giant lynx in the warehouse!
Even if the fat lynx cannot be found, there are still two Siberian tigers in the yard. Even if they are cubs, the smell on their bodies can scare the animals to death!

This pheasant jumped into the warehouse by itself and delivered itself to the door. Isn't this equivalent to delivering takeaway to Xiao Lin?

Shen Xing had never seen such a stupid pheasant!

Either he's crazy, or he's just an idiot, even more stupid than a fat lynx!
"What the hell is this?"

Shen Xing bent down and picked up the pheasant on the ground.

The pheasant in front of us is small in size, only 50cm long and even shorter at 30cm tall. Compared with other pheasants, this one is more like a pigeon in shape.

"Let me take a look." Old Dong said behind Shen Xing.

Shen Xing handed over the pheasant.

Mr. Dong took it, looked at it carefully, and said affirmatively:
"This is a hazel grouse, a type of pheasant that is unique to your Northeast. It belongs to the same category as the golden pheasant and the white-bellied pheasant."

Mr. Dong was indeed knowledgeable and quickly recognized the strange pheasant.

"Hazel Grouse?" Shen Xing showed a puzzled look on his face. He felt that the name of this pheasant sounded familiar, as if he had heard it somewhere before.

"You see, the Hazel Grouse is very easy to identify. Just look at whether the back half of its tail is light blue. It also has a nickname called 'Arrow Grouse' because its tail feathers are fluffy, like an arrow." Mr. Dong began to explain science to reporter Liang and others.

Reporter Liang and his colleagues took a closer look and indeed saw blue feathers on the pheasant's tail.

Looking at the Hazel Grouse's beak that looked like a dragon's head, Shen Xing suddenly had an idea and thought of a bird that his father Shen Dahai had shot before.

"I know, this is a flying dragon!"

"Yes, it's the Flying Dragon from your Northeast." Old Dong nodded slightly.

"This flying dragon bird was very common in the Northeast before, but its character is relatively stupid, even worse than the stupid roe deer, so the population has dropped sharply. The country has opened up a special reserve for them. Although it is a national second-class, it is the most important type of protected animal. The current number is more than 10,000." Mr. Dong introduced. When reporter Liang heard this, he lowered his head immediately. Changbai Mountain and Xing'an Mountains are so large, and there are only more than 10,000 of them. The number is really small.

Shen Xing nodded in approval. There was a reason why the population of "Northeast Flying Dragon" had declined so rapidly.

The reason is, it’s too silly!
This type of pheasant does not fly very high and is not wary of people. It will not run away when it sees people, but will lie on the branches and watch, with the same personality as the silly roe deer.

In the past, old hunters had a saying of "shooting a flying dragon". As long as the hunter imitated the call of a pigeon, the hazel grouse would think it was a fellow bird and would fly over. Then the hunter could shoot it with a gun and it would be accurate every time.

Because of its unguarded and fearless nature, coupled with the delicious texture of its meat, it is easily coveted by poachers.

In recent years, it has become more difficult to see a Siberian flying dragon in the wild than a Siberian tiger.

"Its wings seem to be injured..." Reporter Liang pointed at the wings of the Hazel Grouse and said to Shen Xing.

Shen Xing glared at the fat lynx. Needless to say, it was definitely its doer.

When the fat lynx was glared at by Shen Xing, it quickly buried its head in its fur and pretended not to see it.

"Boy Shen, I'm warning you, this is a very rare Grade 2 item, you'd better not have any ideas about it." Old Dong was afraid that Shen Xing would have some ideas, so he quickly reminded him.

In fact, what Mr. Dong said was an understatement. Hazel Grouse have been rarely spotted in the wild in recent years, and even infrared cameras have captured only a few of them. This at least sends a signal that its population is still declining sharply.

As for why it is still declining sharply?
We should ask the villagers living around Changbai Mountain and Xing'an Mountains and the poachers.

The protected area is so large that not every place has a forest ranger station or surveillance. There are also some "blind spots". The state cannot control these "blind spots", so it is natural that they are easy for people to take advantage of them.

In addition, the villagers have the habit of eating wild game, and it is extremely difficult to get them to completely change this bad habit.

The white-tailed hazel grouse is a stupid bird, so as time goes by, its population in the wild is naturally decreasing.

Just like this one, knowing that there was a wild lynx living in the warehouse, he still jumped in. Isn't this like a sheep walking into a tiger's mouth, purely stupid?

"Well, sometimes a population becomes extinct for a reason." Old Dong looked at the white-tailed grouse in Shen Xing's hand, sighed deeply, and couldn't help shaking his head.

"Boy Shen, get its wings treated." Old Dong instructed.

"Okay, leave it to me." Shen Xing nodded slightly.

It takes a hundred days to heal a broken bone. The wings of this Northeastern flying dragon were broken by the fat lynx. It will never heal without a month or two of rest.

But Shen Xing didn't care. He had gold medicine. He just rubbed it casually and it would be healed in minutes.

However, we have to wait until Mr. Dong and the others return before applying the medicine, otherwise it will easily arouse suspicion.

Think about it, if you have a broken bone, there is some kind of magic medicine that can be cured by just applying it. How can you not be tempted by such an amazing medicine?

If we take this medicine out and develop it, patients who have fractures due to car accidents can be cured immediately and their bones will be intact.

But this way, it would be easy to expose Shen Xing's secret!
Shen Xing was a careful person. He did not apply medicine to the white-tailed grouse. Instead, he fixed two wooden blocks on its wings, tied a bandage casually, and left it at that.

"It will take at least two months to raise it." Shen Xing thought as he looked at the white-tailed grouse who was curious about the surroundings.

"Be careful and don't let it get eaten by the tigers or lynxes you raise at home." Old Dong reminded again.

Such a "Northeast Flying Dragon" is very rare. We are very lucky to see one at Shen Xing's house today.

"By the way, Mr. Dong, doesn't the Northeast Flying Dragon live in a high-altitude area? How come it came to a low-altitude area and took the initiative to enter the village?" Shen Xing asked curiously.

He just had a conversation with the fat lynx again. In addition to the fracture marks found on the Northeast Flying Dragon, he also found bite marks on its throat.

At first, Shen Xing thought it was the fat lynx that bit the dragon, but after communicating with the fat lynx, the fat lynx denied it and said it was not it that bit the dragon, and even the fracture of the Northeast Flying Dragon's wing was not caused by it.

Shen Xing naturally believed the little lynx. Based on its personality, it didn't seem like it would lie.

That’s strange, how did the Northeast Flying Dragon get those injuries?

How did they get from the high altitude area of ​​Changbai Mountain, which is more than a thousand meters, to the foot of the mountain at a low altitude and enter the village?
Shen Xing always felt that things were not that simple.

Mr. Dong thought about it and replied to Shen Xing:
"Hazel grouse have the habit of migration. They usually migrate from high altitudes to low altitudes in winter. This may be due to lack of food."

This logic is actually a bit far-fetched, because it is not winter now and there is no possibility that the Northeast Flying Dragon will run out of food.

"Forget it, let's wait until it wakes up." Shen Xing pondered.

When he found the Hazel Grouse, the little guy had already fainted, otherwise he would have been able to communicate with it through telepathy and ask it what was going on.

After seeing the fat lynx, the group walked out of the warehouse.

"Boy Shen, it's getting late. We should go back." Old Dong glanced at the sky. It was already past three in the afternoon.

Changbai Mountain is far from the city and there are many wastelands. Mr. Dong was afraid of encountering wild animals on the road, so he wanted to return to the city quickly before it got dark.

Shen Xing nodded and said:
"Then I won't keep you here. Go back and be careful."

At this time, he seemed to remember something and said to the photographer:
"Brother, could you please take some photos of the little tiger Xiaotian?"

"of course."

(End of this chapter)