Chapter 603 Cub

The reason why Territory No. 7 asked Huo Zhun to come and take him in today was because Sister Yan was afraid of the smell?

Under the unintentional interference of these two bratty little guys, Xia Qing felt that the distance between her and the goddess Yanlong was getting farther and farther, and the distance from the cute kitten was also getting farther and farther...

Huo Zhun is a guy with a strong sense of insensitivity. Even if he didn't hear Xia Qing's response, he was still cheerful. "I'll get you a basin of warm water and wash this little guy, okay?"

"Sorry, Brother Huo." Of course it would be better if it could be washed. Little White Hair was undergoing a caesarean section inside. When it comes out, it will definitely need careful care by the plucked weasel. When the time comes, the plucked weasel will still be covered in mud, which may infect the little white-haired weasel with germs.

"No trouble." Huo Zhun went out cheerfully, and soon brought over a large laundry basin filled with more than half a basin of warm water. This amount of water is enough to wash a half-sized wild boar, let alone a weasel.

Before Xia Qing could say anything, Huo Zhun Dian went out and brought a small basin for washing the face. He said very considerately, "Use this basin to wash your hands first, and then use the big basin to wash the weasel."

Huo Zhun did not dare to underestimate this little anesthetized weasel at all, because this little guy was probably his important partner after he retired from the army!

"Thank you, Brother Huo." Xia Qing first put the towel wrapped with the weasel on the ground before starting to wash her hands. The corridor of Territory No. 7 is white and clean, much cleaner than Xia Qing and Weasel.

While Xia Qing was cleaning the mud on his protective gloves and arms, Huo Zhun squatted beside him and stared at the plucked weasel.

When Xia Qing took off his protective gloves and put on light anti-bacterial gloves and put the little weasel into the big basin to clean, Huo Zhun saw the anesthetized little guy stretched out and couldn't help but marveled, "Such a small one How did a weasel, no bigger than a cat, evolve such a poisonous gas?"

Xia Qing has really considered this issue, "The release of poisonous gas is the weasel's main defense method. It is normal for the Blue Star biological evolution to strengthen its ability."

Huo Zhun agreed with Xia Qing's statement, "That's right. My dad used to be a blacksmith, and he was stronger than the average person. During the great evolution of biology, his strength increased dramatically and he became a power evolver. I inherited it from him and became a power evolver." Power Evolver."

Xia Qing nodded, "My dad is also a power evolver."

Xia Qing felt very peaceful when she mentioned her parents again after taking revenge.

Huo Zhun knew that Xia Qing had no relatives. He was so stupid that he didn't know what to say, so he squatted aside and silently watched her wash the weasel.

After quickly washing the mud off the plucked weasel, Xia Qing picked it up and stroked it from head to tail several times. After wiping off the water, she took out an absorbent towel from her backpack and wrapped it around the little guy. She rubbed it quickly so that the towel could absorb the remaining moisture from the fur. Then she changed to a clean towel, wrapped the little guy and held it. In the palm of your hand.

To be honest, this little guy feels pretty good when I jerk him off...

In less than an hour, the door of the operating room opened, and Zhang He walked out, followed by a surgical assistant carrying a box.

Xia Qing recognized this assistant as the one who went to Territory No. 3 to collect water mice last year. His name is Zhang Song, and he specializes in studying animals.

Before "family member" Xia Qing could ask, Zhang He explained the situation, "This albino weasel is pregnant with cubs for the first time. Due to difficult delivery, three of the eight cubs have died, and the five that are alive are still healthy. look by youself."

"Thank you for your hard work, Sister He. If it weren't for you and Brother Song, these five cubs wouldn't have survived." Xia Qing thanked her and took the cardboard box carried by Zhang Song.

Opening the carton, Xia Qing saw the long body of an albino weasel lying on its side on a light blue diaper pad. The incision on her abdomen was very small and covered with a layer of tape. Five cubs with sparse fur were squeezed inside. Little white hair sucks milk from its belly.

Among the five little guys, three have light brown hair, one is white, and the other has light brown back and white belly. Looking at how hard they are feeding, they are indeed quite healthy.

Xia Qing asked, "Sister Zhang, can I take those three dead cubs back?"

Of course Zhang He had no objection and asked Zhang Song to take out the three dead weasel cubs in the operating room.

Zhang Song handed Xia Qing the corpses of three cubs whose afterbirths had not been cleaned in small bags, and warned, "Miss Xia, don't touch the weasels and cubs directly with your hands, otherwise your breath will remain on them." The cubs may cause the mother weasel to make misjudgments and kill the cubs.”

Xia Qing took the bag and said, "Okay, Sister He and Brother Song have worked hard so early. I still have..."

"No. Our lord will settle the medical expenses with you." Zhang He interrupted Xia Qing, "The wound on this weasel is made with the best medicine. There is no need to remove the stitches or change the dressing. As long as it does not touch the water, it will not be infected with bacteria. If so, it will take three to five days to recover.”

After Xia Qing thanked him, he opened the carton again and carefully put the plucked weasel and the three dead cubs in before taking the box and saying goodbye.

When Huo Zhun sent her out, he asked in a low voice, "Are you going to raise this litter of weasels?"

Xia Qing answered very simply, "No."

The rainy season was coming soon. She had to protect farmland and valleys, prepare for spring plowing and planting rice, and train to improve her combat power. But she couldn't spare the time to raise a litter of weasels. After the anesthesia wears off, the new parents can take their children wherever they want.

When Xia Qing returned to the territory, it was already dawn. The sick wolf waiting on the high slope saw her coming back with a box, and immediately came up to sniff it.

Xia Qing touched the sick wolf's fur that was covered with mud and frost, and whispered, "It has been born. Most of the cubs are still alive. Little White Hair is fine. I'll show it to you when I get home."

Xia Qing came to the big tree with the box and asked another companion, "Why did the boss come out so early? The temperature has just started to warm up, and the big tree can't sprout today."

The sheep boss ignored Xia Qing and just raised his head to stare at the big tree.

Xia Qing rubbed its head, "Boss, keep watching. I'll go home and cook for you."

The sheep boss shook his head and was very dissatisfied with Xia Qing's bad habit of touching his head when he was free.

After going down the hillside, the sick wolf told Xia Qing that it was holding the box.

"Okay, hold it here, don't drop it." Xia Qing gave the box to the sick wolf, and she rushed to the hut next to the farmland. After explaining the situation to Guan Tong and Chen Zheng, she returned home and found that the sick wolf had put the box containing a nest of weasels in the sheep shed full of hay and firewood.

Seeing Xia Qing coming back, the sick wolf who had been standing by the box stood up immediately and grinned at her.

"Do you think it's appropriate for the weasel to stay in the sheep shed?" The sick wolf shook his tail and laughed happily.