Chapter 602: The Albino Weasel

In less than half an hour, the one person and two wolves arrived at the halfway point of the third peak of Mountain Fifty. The weasel slipped into a crevice in the rock and vanished. Xia Qing stood outside the cave, panting hard.

That plucked guy really does live near a hidden valley. What did it bring her here for? Its den got flooded, and it needs someone to help move and transfer supplies?

Xia Qing looked at the sick wolf beside her, also panting with its tongue out. Before she could ask, she heard rustling sounds coming from the rock crevice.

Soon, the plucked weasel's wet little head poked out from the crevice.

Xia Qing had just opened her mouth to ask a question when her eyes went wide and her jaw dropped.

Damn—following the yellow weasel out of the hole, what was this animal covered in snow-white fur, with only its eyes and whiskers black?

A weasel?

Shouldn't weasels all be brown? Even if different weasels vary in color, it should still be somewhere between pale sandy brown and tawny yellow. This animal that looks like a weasel but has a coat of pure white fur—could it be an evolved species of weasel?

It's so… cuteeeeeee!

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

"Squeak, squeak squeak…"

The plucked weasel that had come out first anxiously called out softly at the mouth of the crevice for quite a while. The sick wolf also walked to the cave entrance and sniffed, letting out two low awoos, before a weak squeaking sound came from inside.

Xia Qing squatted on the ground to make herself look less terrifying. After waiting a full two minutes, the little snow-white animal finally emerged trembling, ears and whiskers quivering, and rolled around on the cold muddy ground. Its white fur was instantly stained dirt-yellow by the mud. Now, it looked like the same species as the plucked weasel.

Xia Qing noticed this little animal had a very swollen belly—was it about to give birth, or had it eaten something bad?

No wonder the plucked weasel had run to the territory to find her. In this situation, even if the Queen herself came, she couldn't solve it. Xia Qing calmly asked, "Wolf Lao Er, plucked one, what's wrong with this little Bai Mao?"

"Kra, kra-kra, kra-kra…" The plucked weasel hopped frantically over Xia Qing's body and protective mask, getting mud all over her, but Xia Qing didn't dare move a muscle.

She was scared—scared the plucked weasel would release its toxic gas.

The sick wolf lowered its head, sniffed the white-furred animal on the ground, picked it up in its mouth, and ran back down the mountain. The plucked weasel immediately chased after, leaping onto the sick wolf's back. Xia Qing ran after them as well.

As she ran, she contacted her idol. Help.

The condition of this white-furred animal was clearly beyond what Xia Qing, a half-baked doctor who only knew how to set bones, apply medicine, and stitch wounds, could handle.

The idol Zhang Shiyi, woken up by fan Xia Qing, understood what she wanted and didn't say a word for a long time.

Xia Qing, who had slipped and slid down the mountain over ten meters before grabbing a tree, wiped the mud off her protective mask with her left hand and silently thanked her lucky stars she was using a Bluetooth earpiece to take the call—otherwise her phone would have become a mud ball for sure. "Third Brother, what do you think I should do right now?"

The running sick wolf saw Xia Qing fall and immediately dropped the mud ball from its mouth, running back to check on her.

"Kra, kra-kra!" The plucked one guarded its white-furred companion, leaping up and down in frantic worry.

Zhang Shiyi asked in a sinister voice, "What was that sound just now?"

Xia Qing stood up, signaled to the sick wolf that she was fine and they could keep moving, then reported to her idol, "The mountain path is slippery, I accidentally took a fall. Third Brother, do you think…"

"I don't want to look at anything. Call Zhang He, let her look!" Zhang Shiyi cursed and hung up directly.

Hearing her idol say that, Xia Qing suddenly felt a little more at ease.

Because having Zhang He look at it instead of the idol personally meant the idol thought the white-furred animal's condition wasn't serious.

Xia Qing immediately used voice control on her phone to call Territory Seven researcher Zhang He and explained the situation to her.

Unlike Zhang Shiyi, who was full of morning grumpiness from being woken up, Zhang He's voice was clear and calm. "Based on your description, that should be an albino weasel with a genetic defect or mutation. The condition is likely dystocia. Bring it over as quickly as possible, and don't press on its belly. Is this albino weasel an Evolver? Does its ability also involve releasing neurotoxic gas?"

Xia Qing answered while running, "Not sure, this is my first time seeing one too."

Zhang He suggested, "Since the animal came to you for help, the situation must already be extremely urgent. It will very likely need an immediate C-section. Do you have any oral anesthetic on you?"

"Yes, the pale blue kind I traded with Ji Li for."

Zhang He immediately gave the dosage, "That kind works. Weigh the albino weasel and give it the anesthetic at 4mg per kilogram. That way we can start surgery the moment you arrive."

"Got it, Sister He." After hanging up, Xia Qing immediately called to the sick wolf ahead, "Wolf Lao Er, stop for a second."

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

Xia Qing ran up to the sick wolf, immediately pulled off her protective gloves, took out a pair of disposable sterile gloves from her backpack and put them on, then took out a spring scale and the anesthetic. "Hand little Bai Mao over to me."

The sick wolf immediately handed the albino weasel to Xia Qing. The little creature was already feeling unwell, and after being carried in the wolf's mouth for so long, it had no strength left to struggle.

Xia Qing quickly wiped its fur, weighed it, and fed it the oral anesthetic with a syringe. Then she beckoned to the plucked weasel perched on the sick wolf's back. "Plucked one, you take some medicine too."

This gas-releasing weasel had to be anesthetized, otherwise it would definitely release its toxic gas while Zhang He operated on the albino weasel.

When the time came, even if her idol didn't kill her, Yan Long would freeze her to death with a look.

Seeing the plucked weasel not move, Xia Qing urged, "Wolf Lao Er, make the plucked weasel come over and take the medicine!"

"Wooo—"

After the sick wolf let out a low, commanding growl, the plucked weasel came over trembling. Xia Qing didn't care if it stank anymore—she grabbed it and force-fed it the medicine, then stuffed it into the front pouch of her protective suit, and stuffed the albino weasel into the other pouch. After returning to the territory area, Xia Qing told the sick wolf to go home first. She herself, carrying the two weasels, passed the Territory Seven guard inspection and ran toward the operating room with Huo Zhun.

Zhang He, wearing three layers of masks plus a protective face shield, quickly took the filthy little creature. After cleaning and examining it, she informed the "family member" Xia Qing, "It is indeed dystocia. There are eight kits in its belly. The risk of assisting the birth is too high—a C-section needs to be performed immediately."

Xia Qing made her decision at once, "Then operate. Sorry for the trouble, Sister Zhang."

Zhang He nodded and returned to the operating room.

Mud-covered Xia Qing didn't want to dirty the chairs, so she stood at the operating room door, took a dry towel from her backpack, then pulled the already-anesthetized plucked weasel from her pouch and began wiping the mud off its body.

Huo Zhun, standing beside her, asked curiously, "So this is the evolved weasel that made Yan Long throw up?"