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As he spoke, Lian Ke pulled a packet of dark brown powder with a very strong odor from the bag. "Mix this powder with water, wrap it around your fingertip, and see if your claw can come out."

Jian Mo received the bag of powder and was momentarily at a loss for what to do with it.

Wu Jiong stepped forward and took the powder from Jian Mo's hand. "Jian Mo doesn't have any Sub-beastman Dysplasia, you don't need to persuade him."

Lian Ke looked at Wu Jiong with a accusing gaze. "Hey, how can you not treat it?! This Sub-beastman Dysplasia will affect your lifespan! You can live for three to five hundred years, but Jian Mo can only live for a hundred years, can you bear to see that?!"

Jian Mo frowned.

He hasn't been in this world for very long, and he really didn't know that beastmen could live for three to five hundred years. As for him, living to be a hundred years old would definitely be a blessing.

Was there really such a big difference in their lifespans?

Lian Ke: "Really, I was afraid you'd have doubts, so I specially gave you this powder to use on your fingertips. There shouldn't be any problem with it on your fingertips, right?"

Both Jian Mo and Wu Jiong looked at the packet of powder.

Seeing their expressions, Lian Ke couldn't help but say, "It's really not poisonous. I'm right here, why would I cheat you?"

Jian Mo asked hesitantly, "Just mix it with water to make a paste and apply it to my fingertips?"

Lian Ke: "Yes, it's best to apply it at night. You should see results in the morning. It might sting a little when you apply it, but I guarantee it's not poisonous, and your claws will retract normally after you're done."

Jian Mo was somewhat tempted and turned to look at Wu Jiong: "How about I try it on my left index finger?"

Before Wu Jiong could answer, Lian Ke assured him, "You'll see when you try. I'll wrap it for you myself; there won't be any problems."

Other bystanders offered their advice:

"Why don't you give it a try Doctor Jian Mo? Affecting lifespan is no joke."

"I smelled this powder, and it definitely doesn't smell poisonous."

"Speaking of which, I have a friend who went to another tribe and became a mate with a sub-beastman. Their offspring also had some problems when they were transforming into human form, and it seems they used this kind of powder."

"I remember now, wasn't it the herbal powder with bone-healing herbs?"

Jian Mo held up the powder. "Let's discuss it. If we need it, we'll use it ourselves tonight."

Lian Ke waved his hand. "Use it. You'll know how effective this powder is after you've used it."

Jian Mo: "Okay, if this powder really works, we'll treat you to a meal."

Lian Ke stayed at the Riverside Tribe for several days and learned that their food was the best in the entire tribe and even among several nearby tribes. He immediately agreed, saying, "Don't go back on your word!"

It's such a small matter; Jian Mo wouldn't go back on his word.

However, they still have doubts about the safety of the powder.

After leaving the small clinic, Wu Jiong took Jian Mo to visit the elders in the tribe.

Most of the elderly people had heard of this medicinal powder and were certain that it was not toxic, so they suggested that Jian Mo and the others give it a try.

Before going to bed, Jian Mo looked at the medicine powder that had been mixed into a paste and said, "Then I'll wrap it up."

Wu Jiong brought over a small piece of wood. "I'll wrap it for you."

Wu Jiong applied the slightly pungent medicinal powder to the fingertips of Jian Mo's left hand, applied a layer, and then carefully wrapped it with a cloth.

When the powder was first applied, Jian Mo didn't feel anything, but after a while, he felt something biting his fingertips.

My fingertips were burning, but not to the point of being unbearable.

It felt a bit like being burned by chili peppers, or stimulated by Spring Thunder Egg.

Wu Jiong held his hand, looking at him worriedly. "How are you?"

Jian Mo calmly replied, "It's bearable."

Wu Jiong was worried, so she held his hand as they slept.

Jian Mo didn't sleep well that night, tormented by the medication on her fingertips all night.

The constant pain is so annoying.

Fortunately, there was no bleeding from my fingertip, and nothing else, just some swelling and pain.

The next day, just as dawn broke, Wu Jiong woke up and examined Jian Mo's wrist. "How is it?"

Jian Mo had dark circles under his eyes. He beckoned with his finger. "It seems alright. It's numb now, and there's not much pain."

Wu Jiong: "Can we take it apart and take a look now?"

Jian Mo wasn't sure either. "Is it okay? It's been a whole night, Lian Ke said that applying it overnight would be fine."

Upon hearing this, Wu Jiong opened the medicine packet in his hand.

After thoroughly wiping away the powder with water, Jian Mo's first thought was that her finger was swollen.

His fingertips were swollen like carrots, and somewhat translucent, making them very noticeable, as if they had suddenly transformed from human hands into tree frog claws, with an extra hemisphere at the tip.

Jian Mo stretched out her hand and examined it carefully. "Aside from the swelling and pain, there doesn't seem to be any other change."

Wu Jiong stared at his fingertips. "Let me press it."

Jian Mo: "Huh? What do you do by pressing this?"

Wu Jiong reached out and gently pinched his fingertip, and instantly a hooked nail popped out from under his fingernail, looking like a cat's paw.

To be precise, it looks very much like the claws of Qing Kuo.

He had seen Qing Kuo extend his claws to help him climb trees; his claws looked just like that—curved, translucent, and extremely sharp.

Jian Mo was bewildered. "What's going on?"

Jian Mo tried to control her fingernails, but couldn't at all. She could only feel a swollen pain, and could only push the nail out when she reached out and pressed it.

This feeling was so magical, so magical that Jian Mo know how to describe it.

Ignoring the swelling and pain, he pressed his fingertips repeatedly, managing to push the claw out each time.

Staring at the claw that had been pressed out on his index finger, Jian Mo himself began to doubt, "Could I really be a sub-beastman?"

For example, a sub-orc stranded on Earth, grew up, and then traveled back to Earth.

No, he'd seen photos of him as a child; he looked a lot like his parents, so they should be his biological parents.

Or do his parents have related blood?

That's not right either. He's met his grandparents and maternal grandparents; they're all normal human beings. At least he didn't notice anything wrong.