It rains in the south of the city for several days at a time, and the air is so humid that water can be squeezed out.
Song Jin squatted in the back room of the clinic, holding a freshly thawed white mouse in his hand, with its tail still hanging on his fingers. In the glass tank in front of him, the ball python was coiled into a pile of shit-yellow poop, with its head buried under its body and unable to move.
"What, you're on hunger strike again?" Song Jin waved the mouse in front of its nose.
