Han Moon Shines on the Journey to Sha

In June, Jiangcheng was like a red-hot kiln, with heat waves shimmering above the asphalt. Even the noisy cicadas sounded hoarse and listless. In the back courtyard of the Municipal Animal Disease Prevention and Control Center, Xu Kasha squatted beside the disinfectant pool, blasting a treatment table stained with feces and blood with a pressure washer. Sweat stuck the wisps of hair over her forehead together, plastering them against her faintly flushed cheeks.