NiV!
Upon hearing this term, Shen Jiao's pretty face turned pale as a sheet!
The virus was highly contagious and extremely difficult to heal, especially for noble breeds of horses—it was practically a disaster!
Even now, Shen Jiao dared not believe that her Little White had contracted the NiV.
"Mr. Soya, are you sure that Little White is infected with NiV?"
Soya, standing outside the stable, looked somewhat unsightly and replied,
"I can't be one hundred percent certain right now, but judging from its symptoms, body temperature, heartbeat, and wounds, it's very likely to be NiV! Moreover, I've heard that Singapore has already reported cases of NiV. Therefore, Miss Shen, to preempt any further trouble, you had better euthanize this horse and then burn the body."
Hearing these words, Shen Jiao's complexion instantly turned an iron blue:
"So, what you're saying is, Mr. Soya, you can't actually confirm whether this is really the NiV?"
Soya nodded, somewhat embarrassed:
