"Dad, look, a little bird is injured." Jiang Shiyao pointed ahead, then trotted over and squatted down.
The other children also ran over.
"Wow, this little bird's wing is hurt."
"It's so sad, let's help it."
"Don't touch it just yet," Jiang Xu walked over and found it was a parrot that seemed to have just reached adulthood.
After stopping the kids from touching it, he had the bodyguard bring over alcohol, bandages, and hemostatic medicine.
While swabbing the parrot's body with alcohol, he told the children, "In the wild, whenever you see an animal, injured or not, never touch it directly with your hands.
Especially wild animals, they often carry a lot of germs.
A moment's carelessness could get you sick."
The children all nodded obediently, then stared unblinkingly at the injured little parrot.
Jiang Xu smiled.
Children of this age, no matter how gifted they are in learning, still have the heart of a child; seeing small animals hurt, their compassion just explodes.