Chapter 9
"It's not going well, Mr. Kun," Lin Weilun said, looking at the words in the air. "The little... Narcissus's pelvis is too narrow, and he was frightened. The first cub got stuck in the doorway, and I had to manually move it."
He rolled up his shirt sleeves. "This is a big job."
Kun nearly collapsed, holding his head and screaming, "I'll pay! As long as you can give birth to them safely! Okay, now tell me what should I prepare? Hot water or soap?! God, why isn't Mr. Ferry here!"
"Both." Lin Weilun stretched his arms and smiled. "Believe me, I also hope that it will be Mr. Ferry who comes."
His beef rolls with thick sauce were still waiting for him in the pot, but his stomach was already protesting.
Kun's children ran around and quickly brought what was needed.
The lame farmer, leaning on a cane, gave orders like a landlord.
The sow was almost dying of pain, her four legs stretched straight out, blood and amniotic fluid flowed all over the ground, staining Lin Weilun's trouser legs.
These are the only good pair of pants he has ever bought.
He took a quick look and simply took off his shirt, washed his arms with hot water, covered them with soap, and put his whole hand in.
The contractions turned the birth canal into a crushing machine, squeezing inwards from time to time. Lin Weilun felt like his entire arm was about to be crushed. (Thank you, reviewer. This is just a veterinarian delivering a sow, not anything else. Thank you very much.)
He frowned deeply and inserted his fingers deeper and deeper.
"Don't do this, Narcissus... please... you're about to break my arm..."
Kun stared at the young man, as if he were staring at a hooligan who wanted to kidnap his daughter in the middle of the night.
"If my little Narcissus comes out..."
"I found you." As new words appeared in the air, Lin Weilun's body relaxed, interrupting the lame farmer's warning.
[A piglet that is too big and is trapped by its mother]
Thanks for the explanation, that's quite detailed.
However, the golden finger proved that the piglets were healthy, and being too large was the easiest situation to deal with.
Lin Weilun ignored the strong fishy smell at the tip of his nose and the slippery touch on his hands, and touched the piglet's hind legs with difficulty.
This is the hardest part and also the easiest part to pull.
He supported Narcissus's butt with one hand and buried the other hand in it, pulling it out with all his might.
The black sow let out a terrible roar, her hind legs stretched straight, her eye whites turned outward, and her lower abdomen shrank violently!
“Puff!”
The first piglet slid out of the birth canal covered in mucus!
Kun almost knelt down, frantically helping to clean the mucus from the piglet's nose and mouth.
After hearing the sound of the baby humming and looking for milk, he smiled happily. Pound! His Pound was alive!
It’s not over yet.
Narcissus's pelvis was completely stretched, and thanks to her brother's huge size, the next few piglets were born smoothly.
However, the fifth one was in the wrong position. Its hind legs were clearly outside, but Lin Weilun touched the pig's nose.
The pig's nose was too slippery for him to hold. He had to withdraw temporarily, then reach in again with the pig-pulling rope. He put a lot of effort into putting the rope around the pig's nose, then clamping it between the pig's two fangs. Then he asked Kun to pull the rope hard while he kept adjusting the pig's position.
The amniotic fluid almost submerged the young veterinarian's pants.
But he managed to save the fifth one.
The atmosphere of celebration filled the entire pigsty, and Kun's depressed face turned red.
"You are wonderful, Mr. Ringert! You are just like old Ferry in his youth!"
His little daughter went back and forth, stamping each piglet with a different color of powder, which was then quickly licked off by its mother.
"You really should give Narcissus a medal for being the greatest mother." It was already late at night when the eleventh piglet was born. Lin Weilun was so exhausted that he was panting and his legs were shaking.
He had only ever been this tired the first time he had butchered a wild stag alone, on his hunting grounds in Hungary, more than a hundred years ago.
And he hasn't had dinner yet.
So hungry.
The beef roll with thick sauce is no longer enough to satisfy me tonight. My stomach is clamoring for something deeper to fill it.
Lin Weilun narrowed his eyes and reached in again.
He touched the twelfth one.
A piglet with heart failure
The young veterinarian was slightly stunned, and then a green light suddenly appeared in his gray-blue eyes.
Piglets with heart failure will not live more than 2-3 weeks. The lack of blood supply will make them move slowly, but it will not affect the quality of the meat!
Sows well-fed with fruits and vegetables—and their fragile, delicate newborn piglets.
Lin Weilun couldn't help grinding his teeth, his stomach singing with hunger.
At this moment, he had a bold idea - something was about to fill all his fatigue and emptiness tonight.
Kun observed his expression nervously, "What's wrong? What happened? Is the next pound... no, the next one okay?"
"It's very weak," Lin Weilun lied calmly, "I can't feel it moving. You'd better be mentally prepared."
Kun's heart skipped a beat, but the eleven cubs were sucking milk right next to his hand, and the bobbing sounds made it difficult for him to feel sad.
"It's just one. We're already very lucky tonight." Kun patted Lin Weilun's shoulder and said comfortingly, "Lingert, don't be nervous. Just go for it. I have great faith in you."
So Lin Weilun did it. He pretended to put in a little effort and finally rescued the piglet "not so smoothly" from the empty uterus.
"This is the last one." After washing his arms with hot water, Lin Weilun looked at the weak and shaky piglet, unable to stand, with a sad expression. "But... I'm so sorry, sir, it's been trapped in there for too long. I'm afraid it can't be saved."
My pound... Kun shook his head. "It's just a flaw. We can't expect everything to be perfect. It's okay, Lingate. I just need to bury it..."
"Please wait," Lin Weilun raised his eyes, "It's not dead yet. I think we still have a chance."
Kun fell silent as he stared at the newborn cub.
It wasn't as strong as its brothers and sisters, and even standing up was a problem. Its eyes were half-lidded, and its breathing was so weak that it could barely move.
Although this was Kun's first time raising pigs, he was an experienced sheep farmer and knew that piglets like these would never grow up.
There is absolutely no need to waste money, after all, veterinary costs are really not cheap.
"Lingert, it must be expensive to keep it at your place. I don't have any money, and there's no need for you to waste your time. We can just bury it anywhere or throw it in the back hills to feed the Tasmanian tiger."
Waste natural resources.
"I can help you with this, though I can't help it." Lin Weilun stood up, blood dripping down his trouser legs and onto the ground. The dim light didn't illuminate his eyes clearly, otherwise Kun would have seen a light greener than the wolf's.
"I don't charge money. If it can still live, I will return it safely. If not, then its companionship is my payment."
Including everything about it.
Kun looked stunned, then stood in awe.
"Oh my god... I can't believe it... Lingate, you really are a kind person. You are the kindest person I have ever met."
Kun lent him a pair of clean trousers and invited him to have dinner.
The hostess is a bit dull and her cooking skills are not very good.
There was only a plate of fishy fish chowder and a few slices of dry bread, a stack of jam with a strange smell, and a basket of hard candies that could hurt your teeth.
The only thing I could drink was a whole bucket of goat's milk with honey.
Before leaving, Lin Weilun also took away a small pot of goat's milk as luggage for the piglets, and it was impossible for Kun to give more.
He brought the piglet back to the clinic and cleared out a "private room" specifically for it.
Dry and comfortable straw is laid on the bottom of the cage, and there is also a pad of highly absorbent moss underneath, which can effectively prevent the piglets from being soiled by their own excrement.
Lin Weilun also used moss to clean the mucus on the piglets' bodies. Using water would make them feel cold, thereby increasing the risk of disease.
The goat milk warmed with hot water was fed to the little guy bit by bit. After tossing and turning all night, his tired body finally collapsed and he fell asleep on the "luxury bed".
It is different from its mother. There is no black on its body. It is shiny white, as if it is covered with milk.
Wait, this idea of coating the meat with milk is really good. It will definitely make the meat taste better and make it more elastic. I can try it when the time comes.
Looking at the piglets in the cage, Lin Weilun thought for a moment, then took a small handkerchief and gently covered them with it, pressing them down with more straw to prevent the cold night wind from freezing them.
As the young veterinarian’s most valued client, he certainly deserves the best care.
——To welcome the near future.
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