After the rat veterinarian finished speaking, he gritted his teeth, held the bone knife tightly, and scraped the wound on Long Mo's chest.
The scab was stuck to the flesh, and because of the pus, it was not tightly attached. With a light touch, it was scraped off like mud.
The bone knife touched the wound, making a slight "sizzling" sound, which sounded a little creepy.
Long Mo frowned, and the blue veins on his forehead bulged instantly, but his face did not change. There was no abnormality in his cold eyes. The
rat veterinarian was sweating profusely.
As the bone knife went deeper, the rat veterinarian noticed that the outermost layer of scab was actually a little dark green.
"Have you used herbs yourself?" The rat veterinarian said in surprise.
"Hmm." Long Mo uttered a muffled groan, which was considered an answer to his question.
The rat veterinarian glanced at Long Mo's unusually calm face, suppressed his doubts, took a deep breath, and continued to concentrate on treating the wound.
Although he vaguely sensed that something was wrong with Long Mo, he did not dare to ask more.
He knew very well that the ones who died the fastest were always the talkative beastmen.
It took half an hour for the rat veterinarian to clean the wound thoroughly.
The medical conditions in the beast world are limited, and they cleaned it so carefully, which was already very good.
After the rat veterinarian cleaned the wound with clean water, he crushed the herbs and applied them to the wound. Finally, he used a clean animal skin strip to wrap around Long Mo's chest several times to ensure that the herbs could work and would not fall off.
After doing this, the rat veterinarian looked at Long Mo again.
He found that his face was just a little paler, and there was still nothing unusual.
"Okay." The rat veterinarian said.
"Thank you." Long Mo raised his hand and put on his animal skin clothes again.
His thanks made the rat veterinarian very panic.
"No, you're welcome. This is what we should do." The two rat veterinarians' heads shook like rattles, wiped the sweat that was about to drip from their chins, and smiled apologetically.
Forget about saying thanks, just hope that this plague god won't come again next time.
Treating other beastmen is an achievement, but treating Long Mo is torture.
It's even more uncomfortable than roasting them on the fire.
Long Mo stood up and said, "I will send two preys over tomorrow as an exchange."
He didn't use other people's herbs for nothing.
The rat veterinarian was about to refuse when he heard Long Mo continue,
"I hope you won't tell any beastmen about this."
The deep voice emphasized the word "any".
The rat veterinarian shuddered for no reason.
Why does it feel like this prey is hush money?
Now they dared not refuse, and nodded repeatedly, saying:
"Don't worry, there are no beastmen in the world who are more serious than us!"
"That's right, I promise that no fourth beastman will know about this!"
Long Mo left with peace of mind.
Before leaving, he also took a look at the other two injured beastmen.
In order to avoid letting them slip when asked by the foxy girl.
After sending Long Mo away, the two rat veterinarians suddenly collapsed on the ground.
"You said that Long Mo is not fierce, and he even thanked us. Why do I feel nervous when I see him?"
"Don't say it, my legs are weak."
The two rat veterinarians complained one after another, feeling puzzled.
Soon, one of the orcs' attention shifted to Long Mo's wound.
He asked in confusion:
"Didn't Ling'er awaken and become a witch doctor? Wouldn't it be more convenient for Long Mo to ask Long Ling'er to treat him? Why did he come to us?"
When he thought of the scene of treating the wound just now, he got goosebumps. He has
been a veterinarian for so long, but he has never seen such a tolerant orc.
Another rat veterinarian slapped his forehead in disdain, saying:
"You are stupid! He said not to tell other orcs. If Ling'er is allowed to treat him, Ling'er is Fox Jiaojiao's cub, how can she not tell Fox Jiaojiao?"
The two are partners.
No male wants his partner to see him injured.
The rat veterinarian who raised the question suddenly realized.
...
Fox Jiaojiao had just finished cooking the food and was about to serve the sparerib soup when Long Mo came back.
The pig's trotters were cooked first and were already in the pot to simmer to prevent them from getting cold.
When the sparerib soup is served, it can be taken out directly.
Seeing that Fox Jiaojiao was still busy in the kitchen, Long Mo took the initiative to take the soup spoon and bowl from her hand.
"Let me do it."
"Why did you take so long?" Fox Jiaojiao did not refuse and made room for Long Mo to sit next to the stove.
She checked the time after Long Mo left. The sparerib soup had been stewing for more than an hour.
It shouldn't take that long to see the beastman, right?
Hu Jiaojiao was slightly suspicious.
"I went to the clan leader's place and helped him store the Lingshuangzhi." Long Mo answered calmly without changing his expression.
He didn't lie. He
did go to the clan leader's place before coming back.
Jiaojiao was so smart, if he didn't come up with a good reason, he would definitely be suspected.
He didn't want Jiaojiao to know and worry.
Hu Jiaojiao suddenly realized that she naturally didn't doubt Long Mo's words.
"There are pig's trotters in the other pot, remember to take them out." Hu Jiaojiao pointed to the pot with the pig's trotters, and then said:
"I'll go call the kids down first, Ling'er must be very hungry."
"Okay." Long Mo nodded in response.
Hu Jiaojiao went upstairs to call the kids down.
After learning that there was an extra meal, the cubs did not rush down like usual, but made way for Ling'er to go first.
The lively cubs seemed to have turned into little gentlemen all of a sudden.
Even Long Yao was well-behaved and acted as Long Ling'er's little tail. He
said in a baby voice:
"Sister Ling'er, you should eat more. You can have Xiaowu's share today."
The little guy also knew that he felt sorry for his sister.
Seeing this scene, Hu Jiaojiao was filled with maternal love.
Soon, a family of animals sat at the table.
Long Mo also brought out the pork rib soup and pig's trotters.
Because it was an extra meal, Hu Jiaojiao did not make much, and the cubs were not very hungry, so one bowl was enough.
It was mainly made for Long Ling'er and Long Mo, father and daughter.
One of them had just woken up, and the other had just returned from the Wild Soul Forest, and they were both hungry.
Hu Jiaojiao served each of them a bowl.
The spare ribs and pig's trotters were cooked very tenderly, with delicious meat, and the lotus root was stewed to be soft and melt-in-the-mouth, with a rich fragrance.
Long Ling'er took a bite of the lotus root, and her taste buds seemed to open up a new world.
"Mom, this is so delicious!" Long Ling'er squinted her eyes in satisfaction, her little face was filled with a happy smile, and she said sweetly: "Since I woke up, the food made by mother has become more delicious!"
The exaggerated tone and expression made Hu Jiaojiao laugh.
"You think it's delicious because you haven't eaten for two months." She couldn't help but explain.
Long Ling'er shook her head stubbornly, "No, even if I eat it every day, the food my mother cooks is the best."