Chapter 168 Inquiry
Jian Mo pressed and examined the orc for a long time but could not find out what was wrong with him. The symptoms did not seem to be caused by stones.
Seeing that the orc was in great pain, Jian Mo first gave him the painkilling leaves he brought back from the jungle tribe.
After taking the painkillers, the orc fell asleep peacefully.
The people of the Haizuo tribe asked Jian Mo: "Doctor Jian Mo, what should we do now? How should we treat this?"
Jian Mo hesitated: "I don't know how to treat it."
Someone in the Haizuo tribe was anxious: "Doctor Jian Mo, can't you cut open the stomach of a person and cut off the diseased part?"
Jian Mo: "You can't just cut it casually."
After hesitating for a while, Jian Mo said: "Besides, we don't know what the disease is now, and cutting it may not be useful. Maybe the person will die after cutting it."
The people of the Haizuo tribe: "Then can't we open the stomach to see?"
Jian Mo: "Opening the stomach is also risky. The patient is not in good health. The wound may not heal well after surgery. I have never seen a patient in this situation, and I don't know how to treat it. If you know other witch doctors, I suggest you find another witch doctor to see."
After hearing what Jian Mo said, the people of the Haizuo tribe became more hesitant.
They said they wanted to discuss it, and then went to the side to discuss it in a low voice.
Jian Mo was listening nearby, and heard them say that if the disease couldn't be cured here, it would be even more difficult to cure it elsewhere.
He also heard them say that he was the only seriously ill beastman in the family, and he probably couldn't endure the pain any more.
In short, no one wanted to cause any more trouble.
The people from the Riverside Tribe also rushed over after hearing the news.
Seeing Jian Mo's frustration, Xilu, who was more familiar with him, patted his arm to comfort him.
Jian Mo raised his head, nodded reluctantly, and briefly explained the situation.
Jian Mo was better at treating wounds, and he could basically treat some diseases that required surgery.
If it was nerve pain or something like that, he wouldn't be able to do anything.
The beastman from the Haizuo Tribe was in very poor health, and without a strong body to resist infection, it was not realistic to perform surgery on him under the current conditions.
Based on Jian Mo's current judgment, he might not be able to get off the operating table.
The people of the Haizuo tribe quickly discussed the result and asked Jian Mo, "Doctor Jian Mo, can you prescribe some medicine for him first to ease his pain? We will hurry up and ask other witch doctors."
Jian Mo nodded, "Okay."
After that, Jian Mo said, "There is a witch doctor named Lian Ke in the Xia Meng tribe. Don't look for him. His medical skills may not be very good."
The people of the Haizuo tribe nodded quickly, indicating that they knew and would never look for Lian Ke.
The patient was not suitable to be moved anymore, so everyone let him recuperate in the small clinic.
Jian Mo took people to collect herbs. Although the medicine here is not well developed, there are still some liver-protecting and detoxifying medicines. The patient can try to drink them to see if the symptoms can be relieved.
Ji Xun and Mo A, who came later, saw that Jian Mo was in a bad mood and didn't know how to comfort him.
Others didn't know how to comfort him.
Everyone could only help to collect herbs in a hurry.
In the evening, Wu Jiong came back and said to Jian Mo: "I have asked someone to help find a reliable witch doctor, and I have also asked someone to ask in other tribes."
Jian Mo couldn't muster up the energy: "Okay."
Wu Jiong came over and hugged him, and said in a deep voice: "You are not a beast god. It is normal that some diseases cannot be cured."
The feeling of skin touching made Jian Mo feel better, and he didn't say anything.
Wu Jiong didn't say much, just hugged him.
Many people came to him for medical treatment before, such as rheumatoid arthritis and inflammation, and he couldn't cure them, so he had to let them go.
At that time, he didn't think it was a big deal. Not to mention in this time and space, even on Earth where technology is relatively advanced, there are many diseases that cannot be cured.
They have heard that sentence since they started their careers - "sometimes cure, often help, always comfort".
However, when the patient came to him, there was nothing he could do, which still made him feel frustrated.
This time was different from other illnesses. The orc from the Haizuo tribe might really die.
Jian Mo knew in his heart that the medicine he prescribed was more of a placebo and a gamble on luck, but he still had to prescribe it.
If he was not treated, the condition of the orc from the Haizuo tribe would be even worse.
People from several nearby tribes knew that a seriously ill orc had come here. After hearing that they wanted to inquire about the witch doctor, they spared no effort to inquire.
However, Jian Mo is already the most powerful witch doctor in the vicinity. He can even cure a disfigured beastman like Bei Ya. No one can imagine who has better medical skills than him.
When everyone asked around, they heard many people recommend him. As for other reliable witch doctors, no one knew any of them.
After several days, the disease of the beastman from the Haizuo tribe entered a relatively stable state.
His condition neither improved much nor worsened, but the pain-relieving leaves slightly improved his quality of life. At least when he was awake, he didn't roll over in pain.
After discussing, the people of the Haizuo tribe asked Jian Mo to keep the man for treatment.
After seeking the opinions of the people in the tribe, Jian Mo temporarily agreed.
One day, Jian Mo was at home copying the contents of a medical book when he heard the sound of flapping wings outside.
He looked out the window and saw the fat chirps from the Baizhi tribe flying in a straight line from a distance and landing outside their yard.
"Brother Jian Mo——" the fat chirps turned back into human form and shouted outside.
Jian Mo put down his pen and walked out: "Why are you here?"
Wan Zheng: "We all heard that there is a seriously ill person here, and he is looking for a witch doctor with good medical skills. We have already found out."
Before Jian Mo could ask, another beastman from the Baizhi tribe said in one breath: "There is a very powerful old Asian beastman witch doctor in the Cuxing tribe. I heard that he has saved many lives. If the beastman from the Haizuo tribe is willing to make a move, you can go find him and give it a try."
Jian Mo's eyes lit up: "That's great, where is the Cuxing tribe?"
People from the Baizhi tribe: "It's far away from us, probably as far as the Milin tribe. We only know it's in the southeast, but we don't know the exact location."
Jian Mo's mood was low again: "It's so far away, is the old orc witch doctor still here?"
Wan Zheng: "He should still be here. We heard about it from others. Someone sought treatment from him last year and said that his medical skills were very good."
People from the Baizhi tribe: "Doesn't the orc from the Haizuo tribe have any other options? If you want to try your luck, you should go to the Cuxing tribe, right? Even if the old orc witch doctor is not here, he should have apprentices or something. Who knows?" There must be a way?"
People from the Baizhi tribe: "We have already helped to find someone, let them give it a try."
Jian Mo felt that it made sense: "I will go and talk to the patient later."
People from the Baizhi tribe: "Let's go together. We know the situation better and can help."
Jian Mo felt their full protectiveness and nodded: "Thank you very much."
Jian Mo took the beastmen of the Baizhi tribe to the clinic.
The sick beastman Fenhui was basking in the sun outside, his face was yellow-green, his eyes were cloudy, and he looked a little scary.
The people of the Baizhi tribe had never seen someone so seriously ill, and they were a little afraid to get close.
Fenhui was not surprised and did not have much emotion.
Seeing Jian Mo, Fen Hui smiled with difficulty: "Doctor Jian Mo."
Jian Mo didn't mind his terrifying condition at all, and walked over to help him: "Don't move."
Fen Hui nodded and lay down again.
Jian Mo: "Today, people from the Baizhi tribe came over and said that they heard about a tribe called Chuxing in the southeast. There is an old witch doctor with superb medical skills in their tribe. I was thinking, do you want to go there and take a look?"
Fen Hui showed a hopeful expression on his face: "Can he cure my disease?"
Jian Mo hesitated.
Seeing this, the people of the Baizhi tribe hurried to comfort Fen Hui:
"We haven't been there yet, and no one can say for sure."
"People from more than a dozen nearby tribes have helped to inquire, and everyone said that there is no way. Only the witch doctor has a little hope. Why don't you go there and take a look?"
"We haven't seen a disease like yours here, maybe people over there have seen it."
Fenhui's face turned gray again: "It's just a possibility? Then could he be a liar like that witch doctor Lian Ke?"
Wanzheng said seriously: "It could be true?"
Fenhui shook his head bitterly: "I have never heard of the Star Storage Tribe you mentioned. Now I can't walk anymore, and I don't know how many days I can live. Instead of dying on the road, I might as well bask in the sun for a few more days. At least it doesn't hurt to bask in the sun here."
Jian Mopated Pat him: "You are not in pain, but you don't feel the pain after taking the painkilling leaves. Later painkillers may not work."
Fenhui: "Anyway, I have been sick for so long, and now is the only time I don't feel pain."
Fenhui lowered his head and wiped his tears: "Everyone said there is no way, Doctor Jian Mo also said there is no way, I don't believe there is a doctor with better medical skills than you."
Jian Mo held his voice and said seriously: "Don't say that, you are still young, maybe you can survive it."
Fenhui's complexion and eye color are not normal, and his hair is dry and yellow, he doesn't look very young.
In fact, he is the same age as Ban Ming.
Every time Jian Mo thinks of this, he feels particularly regretful.
Jian Mo comforted Fenhui: "You should discuss it with the people in your Haizuo tribe first. I am also thinking of a solution. It is not time to give up yet. I won't give up, and you shouldn't give up either."
Fenhui's tears fell again, and he wiped them with the back of his hand: "Okay."
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