This is the continuation from a story we started earlier this week : a wonderful account from a panda keeper at CCRCGP. It continues:. At p. You could see that he had lost the strength to even open his eyes. He just curled up motionlessly on the straw mat we prepared for him. That night, I was the only one scheduled to be on duty. In the office, we all waited and waited for him to wake up. In order to keep things as quiet as possible, I was the only one who left the office to watch him inside the enclosure.
Each time I checked on him, I quietly got close to him, looking at him with so much love as if he was my own child. He was a skeleton of an adult panda with missing limbs.
The stitches on his wounds were acutely visible. Some senile plaque could be seen on his nose. He was so thin that only his fur was left to cover his body.
Time passed and Qiang Qiang was still in a coma. My tears came again. He weakly looked around, still instinctively prepared to fight any unknown dangers. I was so happy. I wiped my tears and ran to the office to report the good news. The atmosphere in the office was still bleak. Everyone frowned.
An old keeper deep in thought with a burned up cigarette still in his hand. A vet was holding his head in his hands looking defeated. The leaders were sitting together in quiet conversation. When they heard the news that Qiang Qiang had just woken up, everyone looked even more nervous. Director Zhang told us to immediately feed Qiang Qiang, offering him nutritious liquid and bamboo shoots.
