Wei Zongting and Song Chunfang clenched their fists, their hearts leaping into their throats.
However, the expected outburst of fury and aggression never came.
Yang Qi whispered another soothing word as he swiftly completed the blood draw, withdrew the needle, and pressed a cotton swab to the spot to stop the bleeding.
The entire process, from insertion to completion, took less than ten seconds.
The tiger turned its head to look at the collection vial in Yang Qi's hand and let out another low growl, as if in complaint. But its body had already relaxed again, and it merely slapped its tail against the ground in discontent.
Yang Qi nodded at Lian Po as if to say, 'Thank you for your cooperation.' He then calmly rose to his feet, holding the vial of dark red blood—still warm from the tiger's body—and turned to walk toward the gate of the enclosure.
