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There are plant-based bezoars, such as those formed from indigestion after eating too many persimmons; there are also hair-based bezoars; and there are mixed types such as gastric bezoars.

Jian Mo has treated cats with hairstones in their stomachs before. If the ferret's stomach problem is a gastric bezoar, it's more likely a hairstone.

Regardless, surgery is necessary to remove it and examine it.

The ferret's body is too weak, and there are certain risks involved in surgery.

After writing the preliminary diagnosis, Jian Mo went to discuss the matter with Little Mink's two fathers.

Wu Jiong personally called for help, and sure enough, the tribe's little minks took the little ferret out to play.

There were only the two fathers of the little ferret in the clinic, which saved them the trouble of having to find ways to avoid the little ferret.

Jian Mo turned to the two worried fathers and said, "The little guy's problem is indeed quite serious. We have a few guesses."

Jian Mo recounted her speculations about tumors, bezoars, and other possibilities, and then discussed the necessity and risks of surgery.

The two fathers frowned as they listened.

The little ferret's father asked, "Could we try some treatment first? Gong Wei's body is too weak; perhaps resting a bit will help?"

Jian Mo: "Theoretically, resting a bit should help, but with such a large foreign object in the little one's stomach, it's uncertain whether it can be successfully treated. After all, if the stomach is upset, no matter how much or how good the food is, if it can't be digested, there's nothing that can be done."

Little Mink's father. "Well, let's still get it treated. Just thinking about having to cut it open makes me—"

As he spoke, his eyes suddenly reddened, and he buried his face in his partner's shoulder.

Little Mink's father, his eyes also filled with tears, said, "That's what I thought too. Everyone says Gong Wei might not survive. Doctor Jian Mo, you also said the surgery was risky. What if something really happens? Gong Wei has suffered these past two years. I... we..."

Seeing their distress, Jian Mo felt bad for them and said, "I'll prescribe some medicine to improve their appetite and digestion these next couple of days. You can brew it for the little guy. I'll also give him some dried fruit to see if that helps improve his appetite."

The little ferret's two fathers nodded repeatedly.

The Riverside Tribe has been renovated, with several new empty rooms built, and the living area and workshop area separated. Now, outsiders can live in the village.

After delivering supplies to the Riverside Tribe, Little Marten and his two fathers lived in an empty house, waiting for Little Marten to recover before having surgery or to return home for further care.

There were many baby ferrets in the Riverside Tribe, and the little ferret played with them all and seemed to be having a lot of fun.

Whether it was because she was in a good mood with company, or because the medicine Jian Mo brewed was really effective, Xiao Diao's appetite improved, and she ate more than she did when she was in their Under the Clouds Tribe.

His two fathers were overjoyed to see this.

That evening, the little ferret ate with the cubs of the Riverside Tribe in the open space.

Little White Wolf Zhou Dao's family made delicious roasted meat. He generously shared some with his friends and also gave two pieces to Little Mink.

The little ferret happily ate it, but soon after finishing, he vomited up meat and blood, and his stomach hurt so much that he rolled on the ground in pain.

The little ones were so frightened by what they saw that their fur stood on end, and Zhou Dao was so terrified that his eyes widened and he froze completely.

He Feng was relatively bolder, and shouted at the top of his lungs, "Help! Gong Wei vomiting blood!!!"

The other cubs joined in, howling and running towards the group of adults. "He's vomiting blood!"

The adults rushed over, picked up the little ferret, and took it to the clinic.

Jian Mo quickly had the giant wolf carry her to the clinic.

Everyone gathered in the clinic to see the little ferret lying on the examination bed, barely alive.

Jian Mo checked and found that the ferret was vomiting fresh blood, but it stopped quickly, probably because it had suffered stomach damage when it ate.

He whispered to the two fathers of the ferret, "It might still require surgery."

The two fathers of the little ferret still had red eyes, looking at the unconscious little ferret with expressions of unbearable pain on their faces.

Seeing their reaction, the people of the Riverside Tribe whispered words of advice:

"We can't delay any longer; further treatment won't solve the problem at its root."

"Jian Mo's willingness to help treat patients means he has a certain level of confidence; he wouldn't take on patients he's not confident about."

"The little one is so pitiful, so thin and suffering. If this continues, it might affect his growth."

These days, orcs and sub-orcs are generally quite simple and honest. Little Mink's two fathers didn't feel offended when others advised them; they just said they would consider it further.

The child is someone else's child, so the people of the Riverside Tribe couldn't say too much. They just told them to rest well and to call out if they needed anything, and everyone would come to help.

The two fathers of the ferret gratefully agreed.

That night, the little ferret woke up, opened its eyes, and called out, "Father, Father."

His father quickly went over, gently patted the little ferret's head, and asked, "My dear, is there anything else that's bothering you?"

The little ferret cried, "I'm hungry, it hurts."

The two fathers were heartbroken upon hearing this.

The little ferret had just vomited blood, Jian Mo advised against feeding it. They didn't dare, and could only stroke the little ferret, saying, "Let it sleep, and we can eat tomorrow morning."

The little ferret nodded, nuzzled its head against its fathers' hands, and said, "I want to have surgery."

The little ferret's father forced a smile, "Do you even know what surgery is all about? You just want surgery."

Little Mink pouted, "I want to get better quickly so I can play with Zhou Dao and the others."

When Jian Mo arrived after receiving the message, Xiao Diao was asleep again; it was hard to tell whether he had fallen asleep from exhaustion or was in a deep sleep.

His two fathers sat to one side, their faces full of worry.

After Jian Mo finished examining the little ferret, the ferret's father said, "Doctor Jian Mo, let's proceed with the surgery."

Jian Mo became serious. "Okay, then I need to explain the risks and details of the surgery to you first. Wait, I'll call someone over."

Jian Mo called Wu Jiong and Qing Kuo over, carefully explained the situation, and then had the two fathers of the little sable leave their paw prints.