In the rainforest, Bi Fang's expression was serious as he knelt beside a python with a swollen abdomen, holding a stone dagger in his hand like a doctor about to perform surgery.
He had obtained permission from the conservation area and was preparing to perform a cesarean section on a dead python—of course, that was assuming there really were eggs inside.
Otherwise, he might just dig out a pile of fecal matter.
Gently pressing on the python's abdomen, it was the first time Bi Fang felt anxious: "Many pythons suffer from 'constipation,' and I don't know what I'll find with this cut. It could be a pile of undigested animal corpses or a shattered snake gallbladder."
[Ah, this is going to be a pungent video.]
[I'm signing off for now. Let me know later what you find, and then I'll come back online, dog's head.jpg]
[Add me to that list; I don't want to see fecal matter.]
Aiming at the lower abdomen, the stone dagger made a shallow cut…
There was just a faint white mark.
