Chasing Birds

Jian Mo patted the little wolf's head. "Good job. Next time you're not feeling well, come find Jian Mo too."

The little wolf nodded seriously, thinking everything was alright, and grinned, sticking out its little pink tongue.

Seeing that the little wolf was in a good mood, Jian Mo sternly reprimanded him, saying that he shouldn't eat too much meat at once, especially not frozen meat from outside.

The little wolf nodded happily.

The wolf cub is having indigestion, probably because it ate too much at once and its stomach motility is insufficient.

If left untreated, it may progress to gastroenteritis.

Jian Mo stood up, took out Sour-Sour Fruit and several kinds of dried fruit that could aid digestion from his shelf, and started a fire to boil a digestive tonic.

The sour smell quickly wafted up.

The little wolf lay on the cushion, its tail swaying back and forth, looking quite pleased.

The herbal medicine was quickly prepared. Jian Mo poured a bowl out, added a small piece of honey, and handed it to the little wolf. "Let it cool down a bit before you drink it."

The little wolf wagged its tail again. "Thank you, Jian Mo."

Jian Mo couldn't resist patting the little guy's fluffy head. "You're welcome."

With that, Jian Mo straightened up, intending to continue sewing the pillow.

As soon as she stood up straight, her field of vision changed, Jian Mo immediately saw a row of small heads outside the window—all children from the tribe.

Good heavens!

Jian Mo stared at the children; it turned out to be a group crime.

Seeing that they had been discovered, the children stood up. "Jian Mo."

Jian Mo looked at the children, then turned to look at the little wolf licking his medicine, and called out the name of the child in the front, "Jiang Xing, was it you who asked Zhou Dao to come find me?"

Jiang Xing wrinkled her nose and whispered, "He ate too much meat last night; I'm worried he'll get sick."

Jian Mo didn't want to ask the little wolf, afraid of scaring the child, but facing Jiang Xing, who was a big kid, he wasn't so polite. "Where did you get the meat?"

Jiang Xing immediately avoided looking at Jian Mo: "Um, that..."

This guy stammered for ages without getting his point across.

Jian Mo pointed to the child next to her. "He Feng, you speak."

The one called on, He Feng, stammered, "I, I..."

Jian Mo immediately sensed something was wrong and hardened her face. "You're not going to tell me, are you?"

Jiang Xing glanced quickly at the little wolf. "It floated down from the river."

"It floated down from the river!!!" Jian Mo gasped. "You dare to eat meat that floated down from the river, raw meat at that?!"

Jiang Xing: "We smelled it, it's fine."

He Feng: "They were all frozen solid. It took us ages to break the ice and get them out. We all ate them, but Zhou Dao ate too much."

Jian Mo looked at the other children, and the children behind Jiang Xing nodded in unison.

Well, you guys are pretty smug, aren't you?

Jian Mo rubbed her forehead. "First, I want to praise you guys for knowing to call your sick friends to come find me."

The children's eyes lit up, and they all looked up at Jian Mo with anticipation.

Jian Mo couldn't hold back any longer and flicked Jiang Xing on the head. "Next, I'm going to criticize you guys. You dare to eat anything you want. What if you get a stomachache?"

He Feng insisted, "We've smelled it and tasted it; the flavor is perfectly normal."

Jian Mo gave He Feng a flick on the forehead. "Normal my ass! Isn't Zhou Dao sick? And you guys, come in here and have some medicine too."

Jian Mo found the remaining digestive ingredients and brewed a pot of medicine for the children.

This time he didn't add honey, but poured a large bowl for each child and made them drink it.

Every child's face scrunched up like a little old man from the soreness.

Jian Mo checked on each of them one by one. She didn't know if it was because the dead animals they ate were indeed harmless, or if the children were just more resilient. Apart from the wolf cub having indigestion and showing signs of gastroenteritis, none of the children were sick.

Nevertheless, Jian Mo was still worried about their health, so she went to each of their homes to discuss it.

He didn't tell the parents that the children had eaten meat from dead animals. It wasn't easy for the children to trust him, and if he told them, they probably wouldn't come to him next time something happened.

He told the parents that it was a bit cold at night and he wanted to borrow the little ones to warm their beds.

I guess I'll stay and observe for now.

The parents had no objections and were very enthusiastic about having their children accompany him every day until Wu Jiong returned.

Looking at these carefree parents, Jian Mo couldn't help but remind them that they should keep a closer eye on their children even in winter.

If a child is quiet, they must be up to no good.

The parents were all quite oblivious; none of them understood the hidden meaning in his words.

Several people told Jian Mo that the tribe had people patrolling, no wild animals dared to enter the tribe, so there was nothing to worry about.

Jian Mo was also helpless.

Let's wait until Wu Jiong and then tell him so Wu Jiong can remind us.

After observing the children for two days and seeing that they were alright, Jian Mo sent them home to sleep, leaving only the little wolf behind.

The little wolf is still having some indigestion and needs to drink the medicinal soup for a couple more days.

The day Wu Jiong returned, he saw a little white wolf following behind Jian Mo, trotting towards him. His eyes darkened instantly.

Jian Mo followed Wu Jiong's gaze and looked back, explaining, "The little guy has had a bit of indigestion these past couple of days, so I let him stay at home for a couple of days to warm my bed."

Wu Jiong bent down and picked up the little white wolf. "The Zhou Dao of the Chen Yi."

Jian Mo nodded. "Yes, it's this little guy."

The little white wolf huddled in Wu Jiong's arms, not daring to move.

Jian Mo pinched the little white wolf's paw to remind him, and the little guy whispered, "Chief."

The sound was so faint, like a mosquito humming.

Jian Mo originally wanted to tell on him, but seeing the little guy's attitude, she decided to forget it and tell him behind his back.

The little ones are quite afraid of Wu Jiong, and they complain to his face—don't leave them with psychological trauma.

Chapter 39 Chasing Birds

The little white wolf was chubby and soft, nestled in Wu Jiong's arms, not daring to move, only blinking its big eyes at Jian Mo.