Chapter 118 Second Cut
Everyone wanted to travel faster while the sun was not so strong, so they quickly packed up and prepared to set off.
The people from the Sharp Teeth Tribe came out to see them off, and specifically said to Jian Mo: "Doctor Jian Mo, after the powdered yellow umbrella mushrooms are dried, we will help you send them to the Riverside Tribe along with other supplies?"
Jian Mo nodded: "Okay, thank you for your hard work."
The people from the Sharp Teeth Tribe said: "It's okay, thank you for helping us pierce our ears."
Jian Mo smiled and said: "You can come to me next time if you need it, or you can come to our Riverside Tribe to play if you have nothing to do." Jian said goodbye
, the orcs turned back into beast form, the sub-beasts tied the luggage to the orcs, and climbed on their backs to sit.
The caravan set off again.
Jiujiu and Yingao circled in the sky, sometimes flying in front of the caravan, and sometimes following behind.
Today they had to pass through the Shanming Tribe and the Fanbing Tribe, and rush to the Xuejiao Tribe to rest.
These tribes were tribes that Jian Mo had never heard of, and he had no opinion.
Along the way, he was looking at the scenery on both sides.
The closer he got to the Shanming Tribe, the more Jian Mo realized the difference between the Shanming Tribe and the Lizhi Tribe.
There are several high mountains in the territory of the Lizhi Tribe, which blocked the moisture. The Shanming Tribe is obviously drier, and many mountains have no trees, only grass.
The water resources in the Shanming Tribe are relatively scarce, the plant diversity is less, and the landscape is a bit monotonous.
Jian Mo looked at it and soon became tired of the aesthetics. He lay on the giant wolf, drowsy, and slowly fell asleep. He
didn't know how long he had slept when he suddenly heard someone calling him.
He thought he had reached his destination, but when he looked up, the sun didn't rise much higher and it looked like he hadn't slept for long.
The entire caravan stopped and someone was chasing them from behind, shouting, "Doctor Jian Mo..."
Jian Mo thought it was someone from the Sharp Tooth Tribe at first, but soon realized that it wasn't.
The shape of the person chasing him was a bit like a giraffe, but his neck was not as exaggerated as a giraffe's, just relatively long.
This special feature was enough for Jian Mo to distinguish them from people from other tribes.
The beasts panted and chased after them, shouting as they ran: "Doctor Jian Mo, wait a minute, we're here to see you."
Jian Mo asked loudly: "Is it an emergency?"
The beasts didn't seem to understand and introduced themselves loudly: "We are from the Meng'an tribe. We heard that you are a great doctor, so we wanted to come and see you."
Someone shouted: "Then you are really far away." The beasts said
: "Yes, we set out yesterday morning. When we arrived at the Lizhi tribe, you had already left, so we had to chase you."
As they spoke, the beasts finally ran to them.
The beasts were still sitting on the beasts.
Jian Mo understood what they said and asked again: "Who is sick? Let me see."
They had already run over, but when the people of the Meng'an tribe heard this, they hesitated for a moment.
Jian Mo felt something was wrong and was about to ask further.
One of the sub-beastmen of the Meng'an tribe sitting on the giant beast reached out to remove the cloth wrapped around his head. Before Jian Mo could see clearly, he suddenly heard a sound of people sucking in cool air from behind.
Jian Mo was puzzled and looked carefully, only to find that the sub-beastman revealed a fragmented face with scars.
Judging from the beautiful face shape and delicate features of this sub-beastman, he must have been a great beauty before he was disfigured.
It was because of this cruel contrast that the people around him couldn't help but make sounds of surprise.
The beastman shuddered slightly, then said, "I'm the one who wants to see a doctor. I want to treat my face."
The other people in the caravan pricked up their ears curiously.
Jian Mo turned his head and took a look, then said loudly, "Chief Yunzha, Chief Yandun, Chief Huomeng, you take your people and go first, we will catch up later."
The three chiefs had no objection.
Wu Jiong said to the people of the Riverside Tribe, "You also go first, and we will catch up later."
Several people at the head of the river agreed, "We will wait in front."
The caravan started to set off again. After the people left, Jian Mo checked the condition of the beastman with the injured face.
The orc raised his head to let Jian Mo see his face: "My name is Bei Ya."
Jian Mo smiled: "My name is Jian Mo, this is my partner Wu Jiong."
Bei Ya closed his eyes: "I know."
Jian Mo softened his voice: "How did your face get injured?"
Bei Ya: "The summer before last, when I went out to collect, I accidentally bumped into a cross-horned beast and was dragged for a long distance. My face was scratched by various things. After returning to the tribe, my face was always festering. When it was autumn and the weather was cool, the wounds healed and my face was covered with scars."
As he spoke, two lines of tears flowed from the corners of Bei Ya's eyes.
Jian Mo felt bad, but he didn't know how to comfort him. Such serious scars are too difficult to heal.
After checking for a while, Jian Mo asked, "Apart from your face, are there any other places that feel uncomfortable?"
Bei Ya shook his head.
Jian Mo said softly with regret, "I may not be able to cure the wound on your face. It's been too long."
Bei Ya's eyes dimmed all of a sudden, and he looked desperate: "You are already the best witch doctor in the nearby tribes. Is it really impossible?"
Jian Mo didn't know what to say: "Sorry."
Jian Mo really didn't know how to comfort this orc who looked so desperate, so he turned his head to look at the giant wolf.
The giant wolf rubbed Jian Mo and lay down.
Jian Mo climbed onto his back using his hands and feet and waved to Bei Ya.
The giant wolf carried Jian Mo on its back and ran, catching up with the main force.
The people in the main force probably realized what had happened, and no one discussed Bei Ya's matter.
The team suddenly became silent.
Jian Mo and his companions left for a long time, and Bei Ya was still sitting there, watching them go.
Bei Ya's companions helped him up and said, "Let's go back too."
Bei Ya didn't say anything. A beastman companion came over, changed back into a huge beast form, lay down, and asked everyone to help Bei Ya onto his back.
Everyone packed up their things, turned around, and walked towards the Meng'an tribe.
Like Jian Mo and his team, the Meng'an tribe's team was also silent.
After walking for a long time, the giant beast carrying Bei Ya felt something on his body, and his fur was wet.
He originally thought that Bei Ya was crying, but after taking a few steps, he smelled a strong smell of blood and realized that the liquid might be Bei Ya's blood.
The giant beast stopped, turned his head to look, and then was shocked to find that Bei Ya was cutting his face with a knife.
The giant beast was anxious and angry: "What are you doing?!"
Bei Ya raised his lifeless eyes and looked at the huge beast head. He didn't say a word, and his hands didn't stop moving.
The giant beast stretched out its head and accurately bit his wrist, preventing him from moving. It made a sound from its throat, calling for others.
The people of the Mongan tribe came over quickly and were also shocked and angry when they saw that the scar on Bei Ya's face was cut in half.
One of the beastmen hugged Bei Ya's shoulders angrily and snatched his dagger: "Are you going to die?"
Bei Ya's tears flowed down and he lowered his head: "I would rather be hurt again and feel pain again than have scars all over my face and people look at me with strange eyes."
For a proud beastman like Bei Ya, the blow to his disfigured face was fatal.
Although no one minded and didn't think the scar on his face was ugly, he couldn't get over it in his heart.
His companions knew the depression in his heart and didn't say anything more.
The Asian Beastman helped Bei Ya up, sighed silently, and said to the giant beast: "Let's go after Doctor Jian Mo again."
Bei Ya was badly injured and was still bleeding, so he could only run once more.
The giant beast nodded, carried Bei Ya and the Asian Beastman on its back, and started again, chasing after Jian Mo and his team.
Jian Mo and his team did not run very fast, and the people of the Meng'an tribe caught up with them in a short while.
This time, before Jian Mo could open his mouth to ask, the people of the Meng'an tribe hurriedly said: "Doctor Jian Mo, Bei Ya's face is injured, please take a look."
Jian Mo: "Where is the injury?"
At such a close distance, Jian Mo smelled the smell of blood. Judging from the strength of the blood smell, he estimated that Bei Ya was seriously injured.
Jian Mo waved anxiously at Ying Ao and Jiu Jiu who were flying in the sky, signaling them to come down.
Ying Ao came down first, and Jian Mo quickly took out the mask, gloves and medical kit from the basket on its back, put them on, and ran towards Bei Ya.
Wu Jiong changed back into human form, put on a beast-skin skirt, and followed Jian Mo.
Soon, Jian Mo stood in front of Meng An, and saw his reopened scar, and couldn't help but take a breath of cold air.
Bei Ya lowered his eyes and asked in a low voice: "Doctor Jian Mo, this is a new wound, can it be treated?"
The other people in the caravan also saw the situation here.
Before Jian Mo could refuse, the old chief of the Zhengchi tribe, Yan Dun, could not bear it and helped: "Doctor Jian Mo, please help me think of a solution."
After being shocked, the others also joined in: "That's right, Doctor Jian Mo, please help. If there is anything you want us to do, just tell us."
Everyone looked at Jian Mo expectantly.
Jian Mo also wanted to help. No matter what, Bei Ya's wound had to be treated.
Jian Mo calmed down and said, "Let's go to the river first, make a fire and boil water. I will clean the wound first."
Everyone responded in unison, carried people on their backs, turned around and walked towards the river.
As soon as they arrived at the river, the people of the riverside tribe immediately got busy, took down the big pot to boil water, and prepared to help Jian Mo.
Jian Mo asked someone to take the surgical instruments to disinfect, and then talked to Bei Ya seriously.
Jian Mo said to Bei Ya, "The wound on your face is too serious. After treatment, the situation may get better or worse. I can't guarantee the effect."
Bei Ya: "This situation is already the worst. No matter how bad it gets, it will only be the same. It can't be worse."
Jian Mo nodded: "Just be mentally prepared. There are two options now. One is to sew up the place where you just cut so that it can heal better. The other is to cut off all the scars that have formed, sew them up again, and let them heal again. However, the newly healed wound may still leave scars."
Bei Ya: "I can do both. Accept it!"
Jian Mo looked at the other people in the Meng'an tribe, and the others said, "We have no problem either. Thank you no matter what the result is."
Jian Mo: "Then prepare for the operation."
Then, Jian Mo said to Yun Ke and several other tribe leaders, "You can rush to the Xuejiao tribe first. Wu Jiong and I will catch up with you after we finish the things here."
Yun Ke: "No hurry, we can wait with you."
Yan Dun: "That's right, let us stay here. If there is anything you need, we can help."
The situation was urgent, and Jian Mo couldn't persuade them too much, so he nodded at them and got busy.
The people of the Riverside Tribe quickly boiled water, and Jian Mo prepared an anesthetic and asked someone to boil the anesthetic.
At the same time, Jian Mo asked everyone to build a simple operating bed by the river, and then he made the bed himself and disinfected the relevant instruments.
In order to avoid infection and to prevent the huge visual impact from leaving a psychological shadow on people, Jian Mo asked others to leave after he was ready.
Everyone obeyed.
In the sunshine, Bei Ya sat on the hospital bed, drank the slightly cooled anesthetic with a fearless attitude, and then fell into a coma.
Jian Mo took a few deep breaths, adjusted his mentality, and took out the disinfected long-tailed beast tendon from the salt water next to him to prepare for the operation.
Jian Mo specially found the smallest instrument, split the thick and long tendon into several strands, carefully cut off the scar that had already grown on Bei Ya, and carefully helped him sew it up again.
Thanks to Jian Mo's current physical condition, which is close to that of an orc, his eyes are sharp and his hands are steady, which makes up for some of the shortcomings of the equipment.
Jian Mo performed the operation very seriously and quickly entered a state of concentration.
While Jian Mo was performing the operation here, the others were anxiously waiting downstream.
After waiting for a while, someone said, "I wonder if we can help?"
The conversation started, and the others started talking:
"With our abilities, we should just wait here. It would be helpful if we don't cause trouble."
"I think we can't help Doctor Jianmo, but we can find some herbs that can heal the scars of that orc."
"We have them in our tribe. Red rock grass has a very good scar removal effect."
The one who said it was good for scar removal was from the Red Rock Tribe.
He was afraid that everyone would not believe him, so he specifically asked the people from the Riverside Tribe to come up with it: "Do you remember Taiyan? When Taiyan had abscesses on his back, he asked Doctor Jianmo to treat it. He cut open the skin and squeezed out a lot of pus. Now his wound has healed and there is no scar."
The people from the Riverside Tribe remembered and nodded.
Others from the Hongluo tribe said:
"I saw Taiyan when he was swimming, and there is indeed no scar. If you hadn't mentioned it today, I would have forgotten that he had surgery."
"Maybe the kid recovered well, but there is no harm in applying red rock grass. You can ask Dr. Jianmo if it can be applied to Beiya."
"I just don't know if there is red rock grass nearby?"
"Yes, I saw it this morning."
Everyone talked about it, and the people from the Meng'an tribe were grateful and anxious.
Finally, after discussion among several tribes, everyone decided to go out to find red rock grass.
They always felt uncomfortable waiting here, and if they could find some herbs to help, they would feel much better.
Except for the people from the Hongluo tribe, no one else knew about red rock grass.
So, after discussion, everyone was divided into eleven teams. Except for one team left to guard the camp, the other ten teams were led by the people of the Hongqi tribe to look for red rock grass in all directions.
Bei Ya fell into a coma and didn't know that many people were working hard for his injury.
Jian Mo performed surgery on Bei Ya seriously. Although he was dizzy and had back pain, he didn't stop at all.
Bei Ya had many scars on his face, big scars and small scars overlapped. In order to preserve his tissues as much as possible, Jian Mo did it very carefully and spent a lot of time.
The operation lasted from morning to afternoon. During this period, no one came to urge him, and no one watched.
After the last wound was sutured, Jian Mo straightened up and said to Wu Jiong: "The operation is done, it was very successful."
Wu Jiong: "You've worked so hard today, you're so amazing."
Jian Mo smiled under his mask: "Fortunately, I just hope we didn't do useless work today."
They put away the surgical instruments and waited for Bei Ya to wake up.
After waiting for a while, Wu Jiong asked Jian Mo to rest, and then called others to come.
Bei Ya had already finished the operation, so it didn't matter if others came.
After a while, everyone rushed over.
Jian Mo lifted the cloth on Bei Ya's face and showed Bei Ya's wounds to the people of the Meng'an tribe.
All the scars on Bei Ya's face were cut off, and the wounds were sutured with white translucent animal tendons, which made the wounds look very delicate and smooth, with fine stitches and little bleeding, and a different kind of beauty.
The people of the Meng'an tribe could see the thought that Jian Mo had put into this, and they immediately expressed their gratitude to Jian Mo.
Jian Mo waved his hands wearily.
After finishing his meal and taking a short rest, the people of the Hongluo tribe took out the red rock grass and showed it to Jian Mo.
Jian Mo had not paid much attention to the news about scar removal before, but after hearing what the people from the Hongluo tribe said, he agreed: "Wait until Beiya's wound has healed for a few days before applying this herbal medicine to ensure that everything is safe."
The people from the Hongluo tribe happily agreed: "We'll do as you say."
Jian Mo said with emotion: "Thank you for your hard work."
Everyone responded: "You've worked the hardest, and we're so sorry for you this time."
The people from the Meng'an tribe even said: "Doctor Jian Mo, you're so kind, we don't know how to thank you."
Jian Mo: "You're welcome, when Beiya's face is healed, just give him some money for the surgery."
The people from the Meng'an tribe looked even more relaxed: "It's my duty."
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