Chapter 803: I'm Not a Vet

Before Xia Qing could finish, Zhang San blew up, "Get lost! I'm not a vet! Don't bother me with this kind of small stuff in the future, go find Zhang Song!"

"Yes, thank you, Third Brother." What Xia Qing wanted was exactly those words from her idol.

Zhang San was the Lord of Territory Seven and the person in charge of the P3 Laboratory. According to the P3 Laboratory's relevant management regulations, without the person in charge's permission, Xia Qing could not privately contact the research personnel inside the laboratory. Therefore, even though she knew making this call would definitely earn her a scolding, she still had to brace herself and make it.

After getting permission through the scolding, Xia Qing put the little squirrel into a small bag and stuffed it into her pocket, then immediately drove to Territory Seven.

"Beep beep—"

A flashy red off-road vehicle drove toward her head-on. Tang Huai, sitting in the back seat, rolled down the window and asked, "Xia Qing, where are you going? I was just about to bring you crab fry, my dad brought a new model…"

"I have an urgent matter to go to Territory Seven." Xia Qing had no time to listen to him finish his rambling. When she reached out to take the crab fry, Tang Huai, who was handing over the water-filled bag of crab fry, was still rambling, "Next time you and Xin Yu have a meal, can you take me along? I want to eat and chat with you guys too."

"As long as Xin Yu agrees, I have no problem." Xia Qing took the bag and placed it on Sheep Boss's special seat, then sped to the south gate of Territory Seven.

Tang Huai…

Xin Yu was even harder to deal with than Xia Qing, but he really wanted to go to Territory Eight, to chat with that talking, brain-domain-evolved raven…

After passing the guard check, Xia Qing sprinted to the laboratory door and carefully handed the red squirrel kit to Zhang Song. "This little squirrel is two months old. It was grabbed by a goshawk and dropped from over fifty meters up. Its abdomen was torn by the goshawk's claws. Sorry to trouble you, Song Ge."

Zhang Song nodded, told Xia Qing to place the little squirrel on the operating table, and took it into the operating room, closing the door. The light above the door displaying "Surgery in Progress" lit up.

Huo Zhun hurried over from the monitoring room and sat down on the chair beside Xia Qing. "That little squirrel doesn't look seriously injured. It'll definitely survive."

Xia Qing nodded. Yan Long and Ji Li were both absent—one must have gone to trade supplies, the other was interrogating a defector. And Huo Zhun must have seen the red squirrel kit's condition through the cameras, which was why he said that.

Huo Zhun wanted to ask Xia Qing whether the litter of weasel kits in her territory had grown up, and how many had inherited their father's evolutionary abilities. But seeing how worried Xia Qing looked about the red squirrel kit, he couldn't help starting to wonder:

Could the red squirrel kit sent in there also be a member of the combat team?

By all rights it shouldn't be—the red squirrel's combat ability was even worse than the grey squirrel's. Could the little guy sent in there be an evolver?

But what kind of evolutionary ability could a two-month-old red squirrel display? Speed evolution? Such a tiny squirrel, no matter how fast it ran, what use would it be?

"Teacher, look." A voice came from inside the operating room—this "Teacher" was the surgical assistant inside calling Zhang Song. Based on the miscellaneous sounds coming from inside, Xia Qing judged that Zhang Song and three assistants were using medical equipment to examine the red squirrel kit's injuries.

Zhang Song's voice came out, "Here, and here—these two sections of the large intestine were severed by the goshawk's claws, and the wounds have already shown signs of infection; look here, the right kidney is contused with substantial swelling… Tell the testing room to speed up, confirm the types of bacteria and viruses as soon as possible, immediately clean the wound, perform minimally invasive surgery, suture the large intestine first…"

Xia Qing pretended she couldn't hear anything. The fingers resting on her knee didn't move at all, as she quietly listened to Huo Zhun talk about how poorly the crops in Territory Eleven were growing and how vigorously the weeds were thriving.

Inside the operating room, another assistant asked in a low voice, "Teacher, should we consult with the Lord of Territory Three before proceeding with the surgery? The surgery and medication will cost over three thousand credits, and the patient might not survive even after the operation."

No matter how much he liked it, would the Lord of Territory Three really spend several thousand credits on such a tiny squirrel?

"No need." Zhang Song answered calmly. "Prepare for surgery immediately. Use the best medication."

"Yes."

About an hour later, the operating room light went off.

Seeing Zhang Song come out holding the red squirrel kit in a glass case, Xia Qing's heart couldn't help but skip a beat. "Song Ge…"

Zhang Song showed a faint smile. "Don't worry, it didn't die. The two severed sections of intestine have been disinfected and sutured, and the other organs aren't seriously damaged. However, it's been infected with the evolutionary bacteria on the goshawk's claws. Although this squirrel is a green-light animal, it's in its kit stage and its immune system isn't fully developed yet. We can only use the special-effect medicine to kill the evolutionary bacteria, and it also needs to be isolated from the Qiang element during the seven-day recovery period. This cover won't hold for long—hurry and take it to find Third Brother."

The special-effect medication in Territory Seven required Zhang San's approval before it could be obtained and used.

"Okay, thanks for your hard work, Song Ge." Xia Qing held the glass case and followed Huo Zhun to go get scolded.

After looking at the test report with an impatient expression, Zhang San asked with a dark face, "It must be saved?"

Xia Qing nodded firmly. "This squirrel is a brain-domain evolver. The chestnuts and green-light peanuts we eat were found by its mother. Once it grows up, it'll definitely be smarter than its mother."

From the moment this kit climbed onto her shoulder, Xia Qing had started paying attention to this little guy. After a few days, she could already confirm its brain-domain evolution.

Seeing this little guy lying motionless on the haystack after being injured, Xia Qing seemed to see the head wolf from her childhood, whose ear had been clawed by a giant eagle. At that moment, she decided to save this squirrel's life and see how far it could grow in the future.

And at this moment, the kit that Xia Qing had placed such high hopes on was in a comatose state. It had several scratch marks on its body, and a small patch of fur on its abdomen had been shaved and covered with surgical tape. That not-very-obvious tuft of flyaway fur was also wet and stuck to its ear—the poor little thing looked as pitiful as could be.

Hearing that this was a brain-domain-evolved mouse that could find food, Zhang San's expression improved considerably. He turned around and entered a long string of passwords with a series of beeps, then opened the door to the medication room and walked in.

A few minutes later, he took out a thin, long dropper, lifted the glass cover protecting the red squirrel, skillfully pried open the little guy's mouth, and dripped the medication from the dropper into its mouth.

This colorless, transparent medication was definitely the special-effect medicine with almost no side effects that Zhang Song had mentioned. It looked very precious, because the idol's expression was even uglier than before.

Xia Qing didn't dare ask what medicine this was, because the idol was looking very displeased. Asking would not only earn her a scolding, but might even get her blocked for a while.

After the special-effect medicine was administered, half of Xia Qing's worry was relieved: the red squirrel kit's little life was saved, but the idol's anger hadn't dissipated yet.

Zhang San took out an insulated box from the medication room and set it down heavily in front of Xia Qing. "Feed two milliliters every eight hours. As long as it doesn't die, keep feeding until it's finished. Surgery plus medication cost credits, and I'm charging you 100 credits for feeding this little thing medicine, plus the credits you owed me last time for installing the surveillance—a total of 80,000."