Chapter 12 Sewing Needles
Jian Mo originally said he would bring scallop meat to the flying beast, but the flying beast only got two to taste.
Jian Mo put away the rest, planning to eat them slowly. He
had already eaten roasted scallop meat yesterday, so he could eat it again today.
He put the remaining scallops in a pot and boiled them with salt, then drained them and put them on a rack, planning to take them outside to dry.
After the scallops are dried, they will be turned into dried oysters. Whether it is used to make soup or ground into powder for seasoning, the taste will be unparalleled.
When he took the scallop meat out to dry, he saw many people in the tribe making shell knives with shells by the river.
Although the shell is large, the edge of the shell is too thin and brittle. To make a shell knife, you need to knock off a large circle with a stone, leaving only the hardest part on the back, and then sharpen the edge.
Only in this way can the shell knife be more durable.
Jian Mo watched for a while and planned to go back and get the shell to sharpen it.
He may not be able to grind it very finely, but if he grinds it roughly, it won't be so hard when Wu Jiong takes over to sharpen the blade.
Just as Jian Mo turned around and walked towards Wu Jiong's house, someone called him from behind: "Jian Mo - come and help."
Jian Mo turned around and saw Hong Qiu limping towards him with an orc.
The calf of the orc's left leg was seriously injured, and blood flowed down, staining the entire calf red.
Jian Mo's eyebrows jumped, and he quickly turned around to support his other arm: "How did you get hurt?"
Jian Mo knew this beastman named Ada. He was among the people who went to collect shell knives yesterday.
Ada felt a little uncomfortable and wanted to avoid Jian Mo's hand, but he failed to avoid it in the end.
He explained awkwardly: "I saw a long-headed beast when I was patrolling just now. It looked like it could fight, but I didn't expect that the stone was covered with dew and moss, and I slipped when I stepped on it. Not only did the long-headed beast run away, but my foot was also cut."
After listening, Jian Mo squatted down to check his leg.
His leg was still bleeding badly. If you gently pull it open, you can see the cut muscles inside.
Fresh blood that looked a little sticky was constantly oozing out of the broken muscles, as if there was a spring there.
Jian Mo took off his fur coat and wrapped his injured leg tightly, trying to apply pressure to stop the bleeding, and then said to him: "The injury is a bit serious, and you may need some stitches."
Ada understood: "Sew it up like sewing clothes?"
Jian Mo stared at his leg and nodded: "That's about it. Stitching is conducive to healing. Let's go to Wu Jiong's house first, and I'll take a shower and see."
Ada's leg was already painful, and his calf twitched even more after hearing that he needed stitches: "Can you not stitch it?"
Jian Mo glanced at him: "It will take a long time to heal without stitches. If it gets infected, your leg may become lame in the future."
Ada took a breath of cool air.
Hong Qiu said from the side: "Just listen to Jian Mo, he is a very good doctor, he also treated me when I was sick last time."
Ada said nothing.
The two of them helped Ada to Wu Jiong's house.
Ada's partner Hengman and the orc child Wan Ling also came.
The child's two big black eyes kept looking at his father's legs, his face full of anxiety, like a helpless little beast.
Fortunately, Jian Mo wrapped up Ada's injured leg, so he couldn't see the blood.
Seeing the child rubbing against him, Jian Mo gently pushed the child's head with his big hand: "Go out and play, I don't allow children to see me when I'm sick."
Wan Ling looked up at his father, and his father hurriedly told him to go out first.
Wu Jiong came out and took over Jian Mo's help to Ada.
Jian Mo found his medical box from the shelf and took out the tools he had prepared in advance.
There were not only fishbone needles of different lengths and thicknesses, but also wooden tweezers, shell scalpels, cloth used as gauze, long straps and other tools - all made by Wu Jiong and him.
Wu Jiong had just boiled the water.
Jian Mo didn't need to boil another one, he just poured half a can of white salt into it, mixed the salt water, put it in a clean basin to dry, and then put the tools he needed into the salt water.
The salt used in the tribe was mostly reddish-brown coarse salt. It was the first time Hong Qiu saw white salt, and he couldn't help but take a closer look.
Jian Mo did not explain. He prepared the tools first, and then asked them to wait here. He went to the backyard to pick some herbs that could reduce swelling and prevent infection, and quickly pounded them with a small stone.
By the time he was ready, the salt water was almost dry.
Jian Mo poured the salt water into the animal urine bubble that had been disinfected in advance - this was his homemade water bag, and then opened the animal skin robe wrapped around Ada's legs.
As soon as it was opened, blood gushed out again.
Jian Mo rinsed him with the salt water in the animal urine bubble without changing his expression.
After the blood and dirt were rinsed away, the slightly pink muscles were exposed, as well as the yellow fat and pale skin. The visual impact was extraordinary.
Hengman took a breath of cool air.
Jian Mo said to Wu Jiong, "It will be a little painful, you have to hold it steady."
Wu Jiong grabbed Ada's thigh and ankle with his big hands and nodded to Jian Mo.
Jian Mo said to Ada, "I'm going to start."
Without waiting for Ada to react, Jian Mo used wooden tweezers to clamp the bent fishbone needle and began to sew.
Hong Qiu and Heng Man didn't dare to look, and turned their heads away with sweat on their foreheads, as if the wound was on their bodies.
Ada was already numb from the pain, and his hands still clenched tightly into fists when the stitches were being sewed.
Jian Mo ignored other people's reactions, and he sewed the long wound in a few breaths.
Wu Jiong looked up to see his expression.
There was no expression on his face, his eyes were focused, and his hands were steady, so steady that it was hard for ordinary people to imagine that he was stitching up the flesh of a living person.
After the wound was stitched, Jian Mo calmly tied the knot, looked at the wound that was no longer bleeding and only had an ugly stitch, and nodded with satisfaction: "Okay, I'll apply some herbs on you, and after two days when the wound has healed, you can come and remove the stitches."
Ada opened his cramped palm: "Do you still want to remove these stitches?"
Jian Mo nodded: "Yes, we can't let it stay in the wound forever. Come to see me tomorrow evening, I'll see how the wound is healing."
While speaking, Jian Mo had already applied the herbs he had prepared in advance to his wound, and then wrapped it up carefully with cloth: "It's done."
Ada breathed a sigh of relief and tried to stand up and walk around: "It doesn't hurt that much."
Jian Mo: "After it's sewn, don't touch it, it usually won't hurt. It's best not to go out hunting these two days, and take good care of yourself in the tribe."
As he said that, Jian Mo looked at Wu Jiong.
Wu Jiong nodded to indicate that it was no problem: "You should have a good rest in the tribe for a few days."
Ada: "Okay."
Jian Mo threw the tools he had used into the salted boiling water again.
These tools were made by him and Wu Jiong. It took a lot of time to select the materials, and they have to be reused.
Although the lifespan of these tools is short due to the materials, they cannot be wasted.
Hong Qiu watched him packing up and couldn't help but said, "You have so many things here, many of which I have never seen before."
Jian Mo: "Wu Jiong helped me make the tools we invented."
Hong Qiu looked at Wu Jiong.
Wu Jiong ignored Hong Qiu's gaze: "What else do you want to do?"
Jian Mo shook his head: "Nothing. Ada, you can go back. Try not to move your injured leg for the next two days, so that it can grow well. Hengman, you watch him." Hengman
nodded quickly and said seriously: "Okay."
Wu Jiong said to Ada: "I'll carry you back."
Ada: "No, I don't think so."
Jian Mo said from the side: "It would be best if I can carry you."
Wu Jiong directly carried Ada back in human form.
Hong Qiu and Hengman followed him back.
However, after a while, when Wu Jiong came back, Hengman followed him back, holding a large piece of half-dried leg meat in his hand.
Hengman said to Jian Mo embarrassedly: "This is the only good meat left at home, you can eat it."
Jian Mo smiled and said: "No, I don't charge medical expenses for people in the tribe. Ada is injured, you should make more delicious food for him these few days to make up for it."
Jian Mo himself was eating and living in Wu Jiong's house, so it was natural that he didn't make sense to charge other people.
Jian Mo refused to accept the meat sent by Hengman, and Hengman had no choice but to take the meat back.
After a while, his little orc Wanling came over with a basket full of sour and sweet preserved fruits.
The little orc was a little afraid of Jian Mo, and a little shy. After running over, he stuffed the basket into Jian Mo's arms, asked Jian Mo to keep it for himself, and then ran away.
Jian Mo watched the child run away, and this time he did not refuse.
The preserved fruits at Ada's house were very well dried, sweet and soft, and tasted like fruit candy.
Jian Mo ate a few pieces, washed a handful, poured them into the pot and made fruit tea.
After the tea cooled down, he stuffed a handful of cool leaves into it, making a fruit tea with a special taste.
In the evening, when eating barbecued meat cakes, Jian Mo poured out the fruit tea and placed it in front of the two of them.
The fruit tea was sour and sweet, icy and cool, and had a fruity aroma. It tasted great with the meat cakes.
Jian Mo exclaimed happily, it turned out that eating barbecue was more comfortable with drinks.
Wu Jiong paused holding the fruit tea: "What is this?"
Jian Mo: "Tea made from preserved fruit."
Jian Mo told him about the preserved fruit sent by the little orc, and said with a smile: "When I picked the agarwood leaves before, I wanted to make some tea, but unfortunately I didn't have enough ingredients. Now I can finally try it, and it tastes really good."
Wu Jiong nodded.
As a single orc, he didn't have the leisure to make so many things, so there were no snacks at home.
He said to Jian Mo: "This is the dried yellow citrus fruit. If you like, let's get some sun next summer."
Jian Mo was not sure whether he would stay in the Beast Tribe next summer, but he still smiled and agreed: "Okay."
Speaking of this, Jian Mo asked: "Ada said that he was injured and couldn't participate in the hunting convention. What is the hunting convention?"
Wu Jiong: "It is an event held in the Mengshui Tribe, held every autumn. Participating in the event The tribes that are active have to provide some supplies as prizes to reward the warriors who perform well in the hunting competition."
Jian Mo: "Hunting competition?"
Wu Jiong nodded: "In addition to hunting, there are other events. There are events for orcs and sub-orcs."
Jian Mo understood: "Is it the sports meeting of the orc tribe?"
Wu Jiong pondered the unfamiliar term he said: "Almost."
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