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Cody held the tranquillized fox in position on the surgical table while Chelsea removed the bandage from the animal’s hindquarters. She examined the remaining stitches and dabbed a bead of antibacterial cream on the wound.
“It’s healing nicely,” she said, walking to the sink to wash her hands. “I think we can leave the bandages off now, but we’ll keep the recovery cone on his neck for a couple more days until all the stitches have dissolved; otherwise, he’ll be gnawing them or l*****g the wound. He should be ready for release soon.”
“I think you’re right,” Cody said. As he lifted the animal and carried him to one of the recovery cages in an alcove off the back wall, the main door opened to the surgery.
Wenner stuck his head in and glanced around. “All clear to enter?”
Chelsea spun
