Cutting the Face Again (Continued)

Jian Mo asked loudly, "Is it an emergency?"

The giant beasts seemed not to understand, and loudly introduced themselves, "We are from the Meng'an Tribe. We heard that you have exceptional medical skills, so we wanted to come and have a look at you."

Someone shouted, "You guys are really far away!"

The giant beasts said, "Yes, we set off yesterday morning, but by the time we reached the Sharp Teeth Tribe, you had already left, so we had to chase after you."

As they spoke, the giant beasts finally reached them.

Orcs were riding on the backs of the giant beasts.

Jian Mo understood their words and asked again, "Who's sick? Let me see."

Having already come all this way, the people of the Meng'an Tribe hesitated for a moment upon hearing this.

Jian Mo sensed something was wrong and was about to ask further questions.

One of the orcs from the Meng'an Tribe, who was sitting on the giant beast, reached out and removed the cloth wrapped around his head. Before Jian Mo could see clearly, he suddenly heard a collective gasp of cold air behind him.

Jian Mo was puzzled. Upon closer inspection, he discovered that the orc's face was fragmented and covered in scars.

Judging from the orc's handsome face and delicate features, he must have been a great beauty before he was disfigured.

It was precisely because of this stark contrast that those around them couldn't help but gasp in surprise.

The orc flinched slightly, then said, "I'm the one who wants medical treatment; I want my face healed."

The other members of the caravan listened with curiosity.

Jian Mo turned his head and said loudly, "Clan Chief Yun Long, Clan Chief Yan Dun, Clan Chief Huo Meng, you take your people and leave first. We'll catch up later."

None of the three clan leaders had any objections.

Wu Jiong said to the people of the Riverside Tribe, "You go first, we'll catch up later."

The men at the Jiang Tou agreed, "We'll wait up ahead."

The caravan set off again, and only after everyone had left did Jian Mo check on the injured orc.

The orc tilted his head back so Jian Mo could see his face. "My name is Bei Ya."

Jian Mo smiled and said, "My name is Jian Mo, and this is my partner Wu Jiong."

Bei Ya closed his eyes briefly. "I know."

Jian Mo softened her voice. "How did you get your face injured?"

Bei Ya: "Two summers ago, when I went out to gather resources, I accidentally bumped into Horizontal-Horned Beast and was dragged a long way. My face was scratched by all sorts of things. After returning to the tribe, my face kept oozing pus. By autumn, when the weather cooled down and the wounds healed, my face was covered in scars."

As she spoke, two streams of tears flowed down Bei Ya's cheeks.

Jian Mo felt a pang of sadness seeing this, but didn't know how to comfort him. Such a severe scar was too difficult to heal.

After examining her for a while, Jian Mo asked, "Besides your face, is there anything else that's bothering you?"

Bei Ya.

Jian Mo said softly with regret, "I probably can't heal the wound on your face; it's been too long."

Bei Ya's eyes dimmed instantly, and he looked utterly desperate. "You're already the best shaman among the nearby tribes, is it really not enough?"

Jian Mo know what to say, "I'm sorry."

Jian Mo really didn't know how to comfort this seemingly desperate sub-orc, so she turned to look at the giant wolf.

The giant wolf nuzzled against Jian Mo and lay down.

Jian Mo climbed onto his back using both hands and feet and waved to Bei Ya.

The giant wolf carried Jian Mo on its back and ran to catch up with the main group.

The main group seemed to realize what had happened, but no one discussed the incident at Bei Ya.

The group fell silent.

Even after Jian Mo and the others had gone far away, Bei Ya remained sitting there, watching them go.

Bei Ya's companions helped him up. "Let's go back too."

Bei Ya didn't speak. One of his orc companions came over, transformed back into his huge beast form, lay down, and let everyone help Bei Ya onto his back.

Everyone packed their things, turned around, and headed towards the Meng'an Tribe.

Like Jian Mo's group, the Meng'an Tribe's team remained silent.

After walking for a while, the giant beast carrying the Bei Ya felt something sticking to its body; its fur was wet.

He initially thought Bei Ya was crying, but after taking a few steps, he smelled a strong stench of blood and realized that the liquid might be Bei Ya's blood.

The giant beast stopped, turned its head and looked around, then was shocked to find that Bei Ya was cutting his face with a knife.

The behemoth was both anxious and angry. "What are you doing?!"

Bei Ya raised his lifeless eyes and stared at the huge beast head without saying a word, his hands continuing their work.

The giant beast stretched out its head, accurately grabbed his wrist, preventing him from moving, and made a sound from its throat, calling for the others.

The people of the Meng'an Tribe arrived quickly and were equally shocked and angry when they saw that half of the scar on Bei Ya's face had been cut open.

An angry orc grabbed Bei Ya's shoulder and snatched his dagger. "Are you out of your mind?"

Tears streamed down Bei Ya's face as he lowered his head. "I'd rather be hurt again, to feel the pain again, than have my face covered in scars and be looked at with strange eyes."

For a proud sub-orc like Bei Ya, a facial injury and disfigurement would be a fatal blow.

Although no one seemed to mind or find the scar on his face unsightly, he couldn't get over it in his mind.

His companions knew what was bothering him and didn't say anything more.

The orc helped Bei Ya up, sighed silently, and said to the giant beast, "Let's go after Doctor Jian Mo again."

Bei Ya's injuries are so severe, and he's still bleeding; he really has to run one more time.

The behemoth nodded, hoisted Bei Ya and the orc onto its back, and started walking again, chasing after Jian Mo and his group.

Jian Mo and her group didn't run very fast, and the Meng'an Tribe caught up with them in no time.

Before Jian Mo could even ask, the people from the Meng'an Tribe hurriedly said, "Doctor Jian Mo, Bei Ya's face is injured, please take a look."

Jian Mo: "Where are you hurt?"