Sutures (continued)

Wu Jiong nodded.

Jian Mo wrote another line in cursive, "There's this kind too!"

Wu Jiong examined it carefully. "Is it the same as the words in the previous two lines?"

Jian Mo: "Yes, the content is the same. The top one is regular script, the bottom one is running script, and this particularly messy one is called cursive script. It says 'Those destined to meet will meet even if they are thousands of miles apart.' There's also a type of handwriting that our industry uses specifically, but I've almost forgotten it and can't use it for calligraphy."

Some of the words used in the medical field look very illegible and are completely incomprehensible to laypeople. In fact, they are special abbreviations, just like codes. It's normal for people who haven't studied them not to understand them.

He took related courses in college, but after so many years, he's forgotten most of it.

Leaving aside calligraphy in the medical field, the regular script, running script, and cursive script have already made Wu Jiong's eyes sparkle.

He whispered several times that Jian Mo was "amazing," and then reached out to touch the notebook repeatedly.

Jian Mo leaned over and kissed him, then couldn't resist opening her screen in front of him and slowly telling him the love poems she still remembered.

Thanks to so many years of quality education, Jian can recite quite a few love poems.

The two rarely talked about literature, and the orc continent also had epics and love songs passed down orally.

Wu Jiong remembered some things, Jian Mo wrote them all down in his notebook.

Jian Mo remembers quickly because she writes and then reads it again.

This unique communication between the two made them feel like they had entered the honeymoon phase—the kind of honeymoon phase where no one else could get a word in edgewise.

These past few days, the two of them deliberately acted alone, and even informed the tribe beforehand.

The tribe had no objections.

When Jian Mo acts alone, he doesn't have to hand over supplies to the tribe, but Wu Jiong still does. When they act alone, their harvest is often higher than the average harvest when they act as a group.

Their passionate romance did not interfere with their work.

After breakfast that day, Jian Mo and Wu Jiong went to gather materials in the forest southeast of the tribe.

As the weather gradually warmed up, more berries appeared in the forest, which was Jian Mo's favorite type to collect.

All sorts of sweet and sour berries are really delicious, with a strong fruity flavor. Some are even better than cultivated fruits on Earth. If you can't finish them, you can dry them into dried fruit or bake them into fruit slices, which are also very tasty.

As the two were chatting, Wu Jiong suddenly became focused and listened intently.

Jian Mo exclaimed, "Huh? It sounds like someone's calling us?"

Wu Jiong: "It came from the sky, over there."

Jian Mo looked in the direction Wu Jiong pointed and saw Ban Ming riding on Jiujiu flying over.

"Jian Mo— " Ban Ming cried out, clutching Jiujiu's neck, "Something terrible has happened! Chief Shu Guang of the Qin Sea Tribe is seriously injured and is dying—"

It took Jian Mo a couple of seconds to realize what he meant. "Shu Guang?!"

Ban Ming: "Yes! It's that Chief Xiong! His tribe is still in our tribe. I overheard it and immediately rode my Jiujiu over to find you."

Jiujiu, flapping its wings: "Jiujiu-- "

It means that it brought it here and found it.

Jian Mo immediately put down what she was holding and said, "Let's go back and take a look."

Wu Jiong ripped off his animal-skin skirt and threw it into his basket. "Let's go."

Wu Jiong transformed back into a giant wolf. Jian Mo slung her basket over her shoulder, nimbly climbed onto his back, and hugged his neck. "Alright!"

The giant wolf immediately started running, covering seven or eight meters in a single stride, disappearing from its spot in the blink of an eye like lightning across the plains.

Seeing that they had already headed towards the tribe, Ban Ming quickly patted his subordinate, Jiujiu, saying, "Jiujiu, hurry, turn back, we're going back to the tribe too."

Jiujiu chirp!

Jiujiu flapped its wings and flew behind the giant wolf.

Even when traveling in a straight line, Jiujiu is a fraction slower than the giant wolf.

The patrolling orcs saw them returning from afar and made way for the giant wolf to run in.

The giant wolf ran straight into the Riverside Tribe. Ban Ming shouted behind them, "The Qin Sea Tribe is in the open area!"

The giant wolf then turned and ran towards the open space of the tribe.

Jian Mo sat on his back, before they even reached the open space, they could already see several giant bears lying haphazardly on the ground.

The giant bear was clearly exhausted and was lying on the ground panting heavily, not yet recovered.

The giant wolf ran up to the giant bears, who then used their enormous paws to support themselves on the ground and laboriously rolled over. "Chief Wu Jiong, Doctor Jian Mo."

Jian Mo slid off the giant wolf, quickly found a fur skirt and handed it to the wolf, then turned and asked, "What happened? How did your chieftain get so badly injured?"

The bears spoke:

"A group of Horizontal-Horned Beast migrated to our tribe these past two days, so the tribe has been discussing going to Horizontal-Horned Beast."

"For some reason, the Horizontal-Horned Beast are unusually fierce and aggressive this year."

"Several of our inexperienced young orcs were surrounded by Horizontal-Horned Beast. The chieftain went to rescue them, but was gored in the stomach by Horizontal-Horned Beast and seriously injured."

After listening, Jian Mo immediately asked, "What's wrong with your stomach? Internal injury? Or is there a big hole in your stomach? How are your internal organs? Are they injured? Did they fall out of your stomach?"

The giant bears looked at each other, then added in their reply:

"His stomach has a huge hole, and he's bleeding a lot."

"His intestines came out, but we stuffed them back in."

"I wonder how the other internal organs are? When we arrived, the chieftain was still alive, but he wasn't doing well."

As they spoke, tears streamed down the bears' faces, wetting their fur.

The Qin Sea Tribe was too far from the Riverside Tribe; it usually took them three days to walk there. Even running at full speed, it still took them most of the day.

This involved some people transforming into beast form to carry their tribesmen while running. When they could no longer run, the tribesmen on their backs would dismount, and they would transform back into beast form to carry their exhausted tribesmen on their backs and continue running.

They took turns carrying people on their backs and running to get there in about half a day.

Jian Mo's expression turned serious. "I'll head over to your tribe first."