Allergic to Meat (Continued)

After listening to the leopard's cries for a while, Jian Mo asked Minta and the Minta to bring the cub over so he could hear its cries.

After listening to everything, Jian Mo confirmed, "The cub is developing well, but its body is a bit weak. It should be fine as it grows older."

Minta was very worried. "We're afraid he won't survive. Nianshan's health is too weak; his cries are weak and feeble, as if he has no strength left."

The cub's father, Tuming, said, "Nianshan still doesn't eat much. Every time we feed him meat soup or meat broth, he spits up most of it. We feed him all day long, but he still doesn't eat much."

Orcs are unable to breastfeed, so their offspring are fed meat broth or meat stew after birth.

This is how everyone has fed them for generations, and the cubs have always grown up healthy without any problems.

Jian Mo: "What kind of meat broth or stew do you feed them? Have you asked the older orcs or sub-orcs in your tribe?"

Minta: "We've consulted with everyone, and they all say there's nothing wrong. We're worried that our broth or meat soup might not be good, so we specifically asked someone else to make it. Nianshan doesn't eat much of it, and he even vomits afterward."

Perhaps sensing that everyone was talking about him, the little guy started to cry out in a weak, high-pitched voice.

The little leopard's voice was hoarse and its cries were not loud, yet they sounded somewhat heart-wrenching.

Minta's eyes reddened from being called out, and she quickly hugged and comforted the little cub.

This was also Jian Mo's first time treating such a tiny cub. Seeing the situation, he said, "You all stay here for a couple more days. I'll study the cub for a couple more days and see what the problem is and whether it can be treated."

Minta and Tuming both nodded gratefully.

Jian Mo said, "The little one can't go hungry. Why don't you come home with me and make him some meat soup? We have some fresh meat that we hunted this morning."

Minta and Tuming nodded again.

Jian Mo led the people of the Sharp Teeth Tribe back home and showed them the kitchen.

The people of the Sharp Teeth Tribe didn't know how to use Jian Mo's family's kitchen, Jian Mo personally showed them how to use it.

When Minta and Tuming cut the meat, they carefully removed all the tendons and cut the meat into very small pieces.

Although they don't blanch the meat, they patiently skim off the foam after the soup boils, and the broth made from fresh game meat smells quite fragrant.

Jian Mo watched the whole thing and didn't see anything wrong with the broth they made.

After the broth was cooked, they patiently let it cool, and even used the back of their hands to test the temperature of the spoon before feeding the cubs.

However, the little one still pushed the spoon away with his tongue as soon as he drank the broth, and tried to spit it out in strong resistance.

Even if his two fathers managed to feed him some, he would vomit, soaking his chin and chest fur.

Minta and Tuming had been busy for most of the day, Jian Mo estimated that the little cub had only eaten a couple of bites.

They were all very disappointed when they saw their child's expression.

Watching from the side, Jian Mo finally understood why everyone said that the little one probably wouldn't survive.

The cub is weak, but with proper care, there might still be hope.

If the baby refuses to eat at all, things will get complicated.

Minta, holding the cub, looked at Jian Mo pleadingly. "Doctor Jian Mo, this is the situation. What should we do now?"

Jian Mo, holding a stethoscope, said, "I'll examine the little one again."

The little one, who had just finished drinking the meat soup, was probably full and had fallen into a deep sleep.

Jian Mo carefully examined his condition and suddenly noticed that his skin was a little hot, higher than normal body temperature.

Jian Mo frowned. "Something seems off."

Minta leaned forward, looking at the little cub with concern. "What's wrong?"

Jian Mo: "His body temperature is too high, and don't you think the little one is sleeping too soundly?"

Jian Mo reached out and shook the little snow leopard, then pinched its little paw and shook it.

The snow leopard cub kept its eyes closed and remained motionless.

Jian Mo: "Look at what I'm doing to him, he still won't wake up."

Tuming: "Are you full and asleep?"

Jian Mo shook her head. "I don't think she's asleep, she seems more like she's unconscious. Come on, let's take her out in the sunlight and check on her again."

Upon hearing Jian Mo's words, everyone quickly followed him, carrying the cub outside into the sunlight.

Jian Mo gently stroked the cub's soft fur, and after a careful examination, she said, "The cub seems to have red marks on its body, and its skin is a bit redder than before."

Everyone crowded around to look. "It really is! A huge area has turned red."

Jian Mo gently touched the baby's reddened skin with her fingertips. "His skin is red and hot. If he had a rash, it would be easier to tell. Now that he doesn't have a rash, it's not very noticeable."

Minta: "Why is this happening?"

Jian Mo: "I'm not sure, I'm guessing he's allergic to meat. Have you tried feeding him anything else? Or have you only fed him meat broth and meat soup?"

Minta was at a loss. "We've only ever fed them meat broth and meat soup. That's how we've always fed the cubs in our Sharp Teeth Tribe. Nobody knows how to feed them anything else."

Jian Mo: "I suspect it's a problem with the food. Let's try feeding it something else and see if that helps."

Minta: "Then what else can we feed him? Does that mean he can't eat meat anymore?"

Jian Mo: "Not necessarily, he's just too young now and reacts strongly to meat. It might get better as he grows up. We're not sure if it's the meat that's the problem. Wait a minute, I'll go get some bird eggs and see if he can eat some steamed bird egg custard."

Jian Mo's family keeps Long-tailed Bird.

The newly tamed Long-tailed Bird only lay eggs once every two or three days, but even so, Jian Mo and his group have accumulated quite a few eggs.

He personally went to fetch three bird eggs, cracked them open, added water and a few grains of salt, stirred well, and then steamed them.

Everyone was very nervous when Jian Mo the baby might not be able to eat meat, so they stayed in the kitchen waiting for the steamed egg custard to be ready.

After fiddling around for quite a while, the steamed egg custard was finally cooked.

Jian Mo placed the steamed egg custard in a bowl to cool in the water, then said, "Let's wait a little longer, and when the little one wakes up, we'll try feeding him some steamed egg custard."