Ying'ao (continued)
Jian Mo: "That depends on whether it's willing to stay after it heals."
After a brief chat, Jian Mo said, "I want to perform surgery on this Flying-Winged Beast, and I would appreciate your assistance."
Qing Kuo immediately agreed, "Okay, what do you need us to do?"
Jian Mo: "Help me hand over the surgical instruments? Wu Jiong will be keeping watch nearby in case this Flying-Winged Beast suddenly attacks and hurts someone, so I need an extra person to help."
Jian Mo had worked as an assistant for the Qing Kuo and had some experience.
Upon hearing the request, he readily agreed.
Before it got dark, Jian Mo quickly found some moss and gave it to Ye Luo and the others to boil in water.
We need to feed the strange Flying-Winged Beast water laced with anesthetic first, and only after it's knocked out can we proceed with the next step.
Everyone is busy with their own things.
To avoid scaring Jiujiu, Jian Mo specially called Ban Ming over and took Jiujiu outside to play.
Soon, they fed the boiled moss water to the unfamiliar Flying-Winged Beast and then tied up the unconscious Flying-Winged Beast.
After making these preparations, Jian Mo put on new clothes and gloves, and used sterilized instruments to perform surgery on the unfamiliar Flying-Winged Beast.
The most important thing now is to remove the broken horn that's stuck inside its body.
Jian Mo cut open the wound with a scalpel, but before she could remove the broken corner, a large amount of pus, resembling muddy water, gushed out as soon as she cut through the skin, carrying a strong stench that immediately filled the entire space.
Jian Mo remained expressionless, Wu Jiong fared somewhat better, but Qing Kuo retched, nearly vomiting, and quickly took a few steps back.
Fortunately, Qing Kuo was wearing a mask, so he didn't actually vomit on the strange Flying-Winged Beast.
Qing Kuo paused for a moment, then stepped forward to help, muttering behind his mask, "How long has this Flying-Winged Beast been injured? How come it has so much pus?"
It looked like there was a water-filled balloon under its skin, with pus flowing out in a basin-like stream, making it look extremely horrifying.
Jian Mo first cut away the rotten flesh, then rinsed it with salt water, and judged, "It's been at least ten days, otherwise the flesh wouldn't have rotted so badly."
Qing Kuo sighed, "It's been tough on it."
Jian Mo carefully cleaned the wounds under the Flying-Winged Beast, then slowly peeled away the broken horn stuck deep inside its body.
The broken horn went into the bone, but fortunately it didn't damage the bone.
However, the broken horn may have carried a large number of bacteria, causing the flesh inside the Flying-Winged Beast to rot exceptionally badly.
Jian Mo removed the broken horn, which was about the length of his forearm, and threw it on the ceramic plate. She continued to peel away the rotten flesh until fresh blood flowed from the wound, then rinsed it clean and prepared to suture it.
The Flying-Winged Beast's wound was extremely deep.
When Jian Mo was stitching the wound, she used the tendons of Long-Tailed Beast obtained from the Qin Sea Tribe.
As a natural protein suture, the Flying-Winged Beast can absorb it after the stitches are done, so there's no need to remove the sutures.
Jian Mo sewed very carefully, working until dark before finishing.
He kept his head down and back bent while working, his back was about to break and his neck was exhausted.
He straightened up, stretched his neck slightly, and said, "Alright, let it go. Let it stay here."
Qing Kuo was exhausted. "Then I'll head back first?"
Jian Mo saw him off. "Okay, thank you for your hard work. When you go back, could you please ask Ban Ming and the others to bring Jiujiu back for me?"
Qing Kuo nodded. "I'll tell him later."
Jian Mo was too tired to cook today.
Wu Jiong told him to take a shower first, then cleaned up Jiujiu's nest and made fish ball and scallion noodles for the two of them for dinner.
Jane went to sleep Jian Mo after finishing her meal, and slept very soundly.
When he was woken up by a series of "Jiujiu" sounds the next day, he thought he had overslept again, but when he sat up and looked out the window, he realized he was mistaken.
It was pitch black outside; it hadn't even gotten light yet.
Jian Mo lay down on the pillow with her eyes closed, rolled over and hugged Wu Jiong, then put her long legs on him, clamping them around her, and muttered, "What are those Jiujiu making? Do Flying-Winged Beast also have the habit of crowing?"
Wu Jiong gently patted Jian Mo, listening intently to discern. "It shouldn't be Jiujiu sound, but rather the sound of that strange Flying-Winged Beast."
Jian Mo listened carefully and said, "It really is true, the Jiujiu sound is clearer."
The Flying-Winged Beast kept Jiujiu, Jian Mo couldn't fall asleep.
Wu Jiong said, "I'll go down and take a look."
Jian Mo got up. "I'll go down too, and see what's going on."
The two went down, and sure enough, it was the strange Flying-Winged Beast calling out.
Jiujiu was also kept awake by the noise, so she leaned her head against the wall, her eyes half-open and half-closed, looking extremely sleepy.
Seeing Jian Mo and Wu Jiong approach, Jiujiu even let out a very human-like sigh.
Jian Mo woke up laughing immediately, went over and patted Jiujiu's bottom. "You cowardly little chiu."
The unfamiliar Flying-Winged Beast was even happier to see Jian Mo and the others approaching, Jiujiu joyfully!
Jian Mo patted its wings. "Your injury is a bit better, you're more energetic now, right?"
The unfamiliar Flying-Winged Beast: "Jiujiu!"
Calling out, the unfamiliar Flying-Winged Beast even tried to rub against Jian Mo with its wings, a little embarrassed but also genuinely happy.
Jian Mo was infected by its excitement, so she pulled it back and laughed, "Stop barking, rest for a bit, don't make any big movements, be careful not to reopen your wound."
Jian Mo and Wu Jiong calmed down the unfamiliar Flying-Winged Beast.
This guy was very clever and quickly understood what Jian Mo and Wu Jiong meant, so he lay down to the side and stopped barking.
Jian Mo patted it again, praised it a few times, yawned, and pulled Wu Jiong to go back to sleep.
Jian Mo took another short nap, and it wasn't until the sun was high in the sky that she was fully awake.
Wu Jiong had already gotten up. When he went downstairs, he heard a sound coming from the side of the courtyard. When he went over to check, he found that many people from the tribe had come to see the injured Flying-Winged Beast.
The unfamiliar Flying-Winged Beast was a little better, its emotions were stable, and it didn't care about the onlookers at all, sleeping and eating as usual.