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Both of his fathers were minks in beast form, and even as sub-beastmen, they could extend their claws.

Jian Mo felt that pressing paw prints was more formal, and this sense of ritual could help relatives to be more serious psychologically. So even though there was no courtroom or anything like that here, he would still have the parents press their paw prints.

The little ferret hadn't eaten anything since it vomited.

Jian Mo she would have the surgery in the morning and rest for the night first.

The two fathers reluctantly agreed.

In this era, every surgery is a challenge.

Previously, Jian Mo's patients were all in good physical condition and were able to overcome many difficulties with their own resistance and self-healing ability.

Little Mink probably won't make it; he's too thin, and his physical condition is much worse than that of the average orc.

Jian Mo was under a lot of pressure and did a lot of preparation work.

The next morning, Jian Mo ate something simple, took a shower, prepared sterilized surgical gowns and a set of surgical instruments, and went to the riverside clinic.

Wu Jiong stayed by his side to help.

Jian Mo also specifically asked De Jiang to keep watch outside, in case of any unexpected situation, so that De Jiang could improvise on the spot.

Jian Mo and the others looked so serious that it made Little Mink's two fathers even more nervous.

They waited hand in hand outside the small clinic, having probably walked more that morning than they would have walked on a hunting trip.

The atmosphere outside the clinic was unusually heavy, but it was fine inside.

After opening the little ferret's abdomen, Jian Mo found that the situation was better than he had imagined.

The gastroliths in the ferret's stomach were indeed mainly composed of hair, along with some fibers and gelatinous substances.

This gastric stone, which had been in his stomach for who knows how long, was round and brown all over, looking just like a large donkey dung ball.

Jian Mo took out the heavy gastric stone and found that it was bigger than her fist.

No wonder the little ferret had been suffering from indigestion and vomiting blood. Who could stand having such a large foreign object in their stomach?

Besides the bezoar, the little ferret also has some stomach ulcers, but it's not a big problem. He's so small, he can recover with some care.

After carefully examining the wound, Jian Mo used protein thread to sew up the mink's stomach.

As for the internal organs getting messed up, don't worry about that. They will return to their proper positions once they are put back in the abdomen.

Jian Mo performed the surgery very meticulously, but it didn't take long.

He finished the surgery shortly after sunrise.

He carried the gastric stone out, and the two fathers of the little mink rushed forward nervously, looking at him expectantly, wanting to ask but not daring to.

Jian Mo said, "The surgery is complete and very successful. This thing is the bezoar removed from the little guy's stomach. He's all better now; he just needs to recuperate."

As she spoke, Jian Mo showed them the gastric stones.

This ancient gastric stone emitted a strong, strange odor; it was hard and smelly.

The two fathers of the ferret could hardly believe that this was something taken out of their own cub's stomach.

Their eyes welled up with tears again.

Little Marten's father said, "Gong Wei so thin, how uncomfortable he must feel with such a big piece of food in his stomach?"

Jian Mo could only comfort him, "It will get better. Take good care of him and let him eat more wild vegetables and lick his fur less after he recovers."

The little ferret's father. "Is this thing all fur?"

Jian Mo: "Besides the fur, there's something else too. You can take a look; there should be some pectin as well."

The two fathers nodded, genuinely intending to study it carefully.

Jian Mo was a little tired. After talking with them and telling them to take good care of her and call for help if needed, she went back to take a shower and go to sleep.

The little ferret's two fathers saw him off for quite a distance, their eyes filled with gratitude.

The little ferret is doing better than Jian Mo had predicted.

The little guy may be thin, but he's actually quite healthy. He woke up around noon and seemed to have regained some energy.

After examining the Jian Mo declared the surgery a success, but the little one would have to stay in the Riverside Tribe for a few more days for observation.

The two fathers of the little ferret readily agreed, not caring at all about the small amount of supplies.

A few days later, Jian Mo Little Mink's two fathers give him meat porridge with chopped wild vegetables in it.

The little ferret's two fathers quickly agreed.

Since she had already spoken to Little Mink, Jian Mo also mentioned it to the other members of the tribe, reminding the parents to make sure their cubs were fed wild vegetables and not just meat.

Even among felines on Earth, they are purely carnivorous, but they also need to eat some grass and vomit hairballs.

Orcs and sub-orcs are omnivores; they can't live without wild vegetables.

The little ones in the Riverside Tribe don't really like eating wild vegetables. Perhaps the little ones have a more sensitive sense of taste and are more vulnerable. Some wild vegetables contain trace amounts of toxins, and they instinctively resist them.

However, not eating it is not an option either; between two evils, choose the lesser.

The little ones were all resentful at being forced to participate in eating wild vegetables.

That day, the kitten Banjiu saw wild vegetables on the dinner table again, and wagged its tail and meowed in protest. "Dad, I don't want to eat this, meow."

Qing Kuo: "If you don't eat, hairballs might grow in your stomach. If they get too big to vomit, we'll have to cut open your stomach to remove them."

The Banjiu was quite clever. "We usually eat grass. In the past, people rarely ate wild vegetables, and no one had hairballs growing in their stomachs. Gong Wei's case is very rare; he's sick."

Ban Ming chuckled beside him, "It's rare to have hairballs in your stomach, but constipation is quite common, isn't it? Who's ever had their butt ripped open by claws?"

The Banjiu, who had once struggled to poop, gave his brother a disgusted look. "Brother, it's disgusting that you're saying this while eating."

Ban Ming: "Anyway, I'm not the one getting my butt cleaned, nor am I cleaning someone else's butt, so I'm not disgusted."

The Banjiu was speechless, and could only flick his brother's ankle with his long tail. "Hmph!"

Not to mention ordinary people, even Jian Mo herself learned from Xiao Diao's lesson and ate wild vegetables for a few more days.

He can help others with surgery for bezoars, but if he himself unfortunately develops one, it would be a real problem.