These two were adamant about staying and claimed they could solve their accommodation problems on their own.
After Chen Ying finished resetting the bones of the three cats and stepped out for a drink of water, she heard their conversation and immediately refused them.
"Either you go stay at the Protection Station or leave. I don't have space for you here."
"That's not necessary; we can pitch a tent."
Chen Ying gave them a cold stare.
"Did you 'buy' your volunteer status?"
"What, what do you mean?"
"This is a sanctuary, not a zoo. We have many injured animals right now. Nonessential personnel, please leave—understand?"
"We can help!"
"What you could have done, you've already done. What else can you do next? Are you going to treat them or sing and dance to alleviate their mood?"
Chastened with shame, the youngster glanced at the short-haired woman and then hung his head.
