The mont the soft fur touched the skin of his palm, an indescribable sensation, like a warm current, struck the deepest part of Lin Yu’an’s heart.
Lin Yu’an could feel the subtle outlines of its bones beneath the skin and its almost imperceptible weak body temperature.
He smiled gently, moving more delicately, scratching the little one’s chin with his fingers.
The little bear squinted its eyes comfortably, making a "gurgling" sound in its throat, even rolling over to expose its defenseless furry belly.
Lin Yu’an whispered to the little one who seed to understand him: "Welco to my ho. You’ll need to hang on until they co."
He knew that the imdiate priority was to raise its body temperature and create a food source it could digest and absorb.
Simple warmth can only delay death; only energy can reverse this process.
"For a two-month-old polar bear cub, its staple food is nothing but mother’s milk with over 30% fat content."
Facing the GoPro cara on his chest, Lin Yu’an spoke in a low, steady voice, beginning to docunt his thought process.
This was both a professional explanation for future potential listeners and irrefutable testimony for his desperate challenge to rules and laws.
"Feeding it at directly would only harm it, as its digestive system, especially the enzy system for breaking down protein, is not yet fully developed."
"I must make a ’substitute milk,’ a high-fat, high-calorie lifeline al that simulates mother’s milk as closely as possible. It is its only chance to survive now."
He went to the corner of the shelter and picked up the wolf oil packet he painstakingly scraped together.
In the flickering light of the fireplace, this package wrapped in birch bark, mixed with pale yellow fat and white fascia, was more precious than gold at the mont.
He placed the fat package gently on a clean stone slab and unfolded it, releasing a cold, wild scent of fat.
Examining these hard-won materials closely, the subcutaneous fat layer was relatively pure, while the fat peeled from the intestines contained more fascial tissue.
He needed the purest energy that could undergo refinent, placing the small iron pot steadily on the stones beside the fire to ensure it was evenly and steadily heated.
He then used the tip of the hunting knife to select a few thickest fat clusters peeled from the intestines and carefully cut and tossed them into the pot.
These cold pieces of fat sizzled pleasingly when they touched the preheated hot bottom of the pot.
The edges of the fat beca transparent at a speed visible to the naked eye, then began to lt, tendrils of white steam rising as the remaining water content in the fat evaporated.
He did not let the fire burn too fiercely but used a sturdy stick to push aside the most blazing logs, leaving only the stable-burning, glowing embers beneath.
What was needed was a steady dium-low fire, capable of steadily rendering fat yet not causing it to scorch.
The fat constantly lted under the high heat, sizzling, and the rich aroma unique to animal fat gradually overshadowed the sll of burning wood in the shelter.
But this forms the energy base of this "baby al," and the strong sll was harmless.
And just as he focused on refining the oil, the little polar bear he placed on the sleeping bag seed to recover a bit of energy from its initial extre weakness.
It no longer lay in slumber but struggled to lift its little head, lying quietly on the soft sleeping bag, watching him intently with its obsidian eyes.
It was an extrely complex look, purely curious at first, with its little head turning slightly as Lin Yu’an moved.
Its two furry little ears, like radars, captured any sound in the shelter.
The slight clinking sound when Lin Yu’an picked up the iron pot made its ears prick up alertly, and when he walked to the storage area to search for things, its gaze followed closely.
It was like a human baby entering a strange world for the first ti, full of curiosity about everything around. Gradually, a sense of indescribable dependence mingled into that curiosity.
The fire in the fireplace occasionally popped, making a "crackle," and the little bear startled and shrank back, but its first reaction wasn’t to look around in panic.
Instead, it imdiately turned its gaze to Lin Yu’an, as if confirming whether this tall figure was still there, as if only seeing him would reassure it of safety.
Lin Yu’an noticed this detail, his hands becoming increasingly gentle and steady.
He picked up a flat wooden spoon carved from birch, patiently using the edge of the wooden spoon to gently press the fat chunks in the pot, accelerating the fat’s release.
The solid, opaque fat was turning bit by bit into a clear, slightly smoking golden liquid under his operation.
Ti passed by, and the fat chunks in the pot beca smaller and smaller, their color darkened progressively.
When they were finally squeezed of every last drop of oil and turned into golden crispy oil residue, Lin Yu’an carefully fished them out with the wooden spoon, placing them on a clean piece of birch bark.
These oil residues are an excellent energy supplent, but they were not ant for the little one.
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