On the tenth year of the natural disaster, I went to farm with me

Chapter 602 Albino Weasel

In less than half an hour, the man and two wolves arrived at the halfway point of the third peak of Hill No. 50. The weasel disappeared into the crevice of the mountain, and Xia Qing stood outside the cave, panting.

The guy who plucked the hair really lived near the hidden valley. Why did he bring himself here? His nest was flooded, and he needed someone to help move the supplies?
Xia Qing looked at the sick wolf beside her who was also panting with its tongue hanging out. Before she could ask anything, she heard a rustling sound coming from the cracks in the rocks.

Soon, the wet little head of the plucked weasel emerged from the crevice of the rock.

Xia Qing just opened her mouth to ask a question, but her eyes widened and her mouth opened wide.

What the hell, what is this snow-white animal with only its eyes and beard black that crawled out of the hole along with the brown and yellow weasel?
Weasel?

Aren't weasels supposed to be brown? Even if there are differences in the fur color of different weasels, it should be between light sandy brown and brownish yellow. This animal that looks like a weasel but has a snow-white coat, could it be an evolved species of the weasel?
It looks... so cute!

The little animal with snow-white fur noticed a huge human at the entrance of the cave and immediately shrank back.

"Squeak, squeak..."

The plucked weasel that came out first kept calling out anxiously in a low voice for a long time at the crevice. The sick wolf also walked to the entrance of the cave, sniffed, and after howling softly twice, a weak squeaking sound came from the cave.

Xia Qing squatted on the ground to make himself look less scary. After waiting for two full minutes, the snow-white little animal slowly emerged from the cracks in the rocks, its ears and whiskers trembling. It rolled on the cold mud, and its snow-white fur was immediately dyed a yellowish brown by the mud. Now, it looked like the same species as the plucked weasel.

Xia Qing noticed that the little animal had a big belly. Was it about to give birth or had it eaten something wrong?

No wonder the plucked weasel came to the territory to find him. In this situation, even if the queen came in person, she couldn't solve it. Xia Qing asked calmly, "Second brother, plucked weasel, what happened to this little white hair?"

"Click, click, click..." The plucked weasel jumped up and down on Xia Qing's body and protective mask in a hurry, getting her covered in mud, but Xia Qing didn't dare to move.

She was afraid that the plucked weasel would release poisonous gas.

The sick wolf lowered its head and sniffed the white-haired animal on the ground, picked it up and ran down the mountain. The plucked weasel immediately chased after it and jumped onto the sick wolf's back, and Xia Qing also ran back with it.

While running, she contacted her idol for help.

The condition of this white-haired animal was obviously beyond the level that a half-baked doctor like Xia Qing, who could only set bones, apply medicine, and suture wounds, could handle.

Idol Zhang San, who was woken up by his fan Xia Qing, was silent for a long time after he understood why she wanted him.

Xia Qing slipped and fell, sliding down the mountain for more than ten meters before grabbing a tree. She raised her left hand to wipe the mud off her protective mask, secretly thanking herself for wearing a Bluetooth headset to make a call, otherwise the phone would have turned into a mud ball. "Third brother, what do you think I should do now?"

When the running sick wolf saw Xia Qing fall, he immediately put down the mud ball in his mouth and ran up to check on Xia Qing's condition.

"Click, click, click!" The white-haired cat jumped up and down anxiously guarding its white-haired companion.

Zhang San asked grimly, "What was that sound just now?"

Xia Qing stood up and signaled to the sick wolf that she was fine and could continue on her way. Then she reported the situation to her idol, "The road on the mountain is slippery. I accidentally fell. Third brother, look..."

"I don't want to see anything. Call Zhang He and let her see it!" After cursing, Zhang San hung up the phone.

Hearing what the idol said, Xia Qing suddenly felt relieved. Because letting Zhang He check it instead of the idol himself meant that the idol thought the white-haired animal's condition was not serious.

Xia Qing immediately used voice control on her phone to call Zhang He, a researcher at Territory No. 7, and explained the situation to her.

Zhang He was not as grumpy as Zhang San who was woken up by the noise. His voice was clear and calm. "According to your description, it should be an albino weasel with a genetic defect or mutation. It should be suffering from dystocia. Send it here as soon as possible and don't squeeze its stomach. Is this albino weasel an evolver? Does it also have the ability to release poisonous gas containing neurotoxins?"

Xia Qing answered while running, "I don't know, this is the first time I've seen this one."

Zhang He suggested, "Since the animal is asking you for help, it means the situation is very critical and it may need a Caesarian section immediately. Do you have oral anesthetics with you?"

"I brought it. It's the light blue one I exchanged with Ji Li."

Zhang He immediately gave the dosage of the medicine, "This one can be used. Measure the weight of the albino weasel and give it an anesthetic at a dose of 4 mg per kilogram. When you bring it over, we can do the surgery right away."

"Got it, thank you Sister He." After Xia Qing hung up the phone, she immediately called out to the sick wolf in front, "Stop for a moment, Lao Er."

The sick wolf stopped obediently and waited for Xia Qing to catch up.

Xia Qing ran to the sick wolf, immediately took off his protective gloves, took out disposable antibacterial gloves from his backpack and put them on, took out a spring scale and anesthetic, and said, "Leave the little white hair to me."

The sick wolf immediately handed the albino weasel to Xia Qing. The little guy was already feeling unwell, and after being carried so far by the sick wolf, he no longer had the strength to escape.

Xia Qing quickly wiped its fur, weighed it, and fed it an oral anesthetic with a syringe. Then he waved to the plucked weasel lying on the sick wolf, "Plucker, drink some medicine too."

This weasel that can only release poison gas must be anesthetized, otherwise it will definitely release poison gas when Zhang He performs surgery on the albino weasel.

By then, even if the idol doesn't kill her, Yanlong will freeze her to death with her eyes.

Seeing that the plucked weasel didn't move, Xia Qing urged, "Second brother, quickly let the plucked weasel come over to drink the medicine!"

"Woo——"

After the sick wolf let out a low and majestic roar, the plucked weasel trembled in front of Xia Qing. Xia Qing didn't care whether it smelled or not. She grabbed it and fed it the medicine directly. Then she stuffed the medicine into the front pocket of her protective suit and stuffed the albino weasel into another pocket. After returning to the territory, Xia Qing let the sick wolf go home first. She took the two weasels and passed the inspection of the No. 7 territory guards, and followed Huo Jun to the operating room.

Wearing a three-layer mask and a protective mask, Zhang He quickly took over the dirty little guy, cleaned and checked, and informed the "family member" Xia Qing, "It is indeed a difficult birth. There are eight cubs in the belly. The risk of midwifery is too great. It is best to perform a caesarean section immediately."

Xia Qing made a choice immediately, "Then I'll have the surgery. Sorry to bother Sister Zhang."

Zhang He nodded and returned to the operating room.

Xia Qing, who was covered in mud, didn't want to dirty the stool, so he stood at the door of the operating room, took out a dry towel from his backpack, took out the anesthetized plucked weasel from his pocket, and began to wipe the mud off its body.

Huo Zhun, who was standing nearby, asked curiously, "Is this the evolved weasel that vomited Yanlong?"

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