Old Friend

The surgery lasted from morning until afternoon, and no one came to urge them on or watched.

After the last wound was stitched up, Jian Mo straightened up and said to Wu Jiong, "The surgery was successful."

Wu Jiong: "You've worked so hard today, you're amazing."

Jian Mo smiled through her mask, "It's alright, I just hope we didn't waste our time today."

They put away the surgical instruments and waited for Bei Ya to wake up.

After waiting for a while, Wu Jiong told Jian Mo to rest, and then called the others over.

Bei Ya has already completed the surgery, so it's okay if other people come.

Soon, everyone rushed over.

Jian Mo lifted the cloth covering Bei Ya's face, showing the Meng'an Tribe people Bei Ya's wounds.

All the scars on Bei Ya's face had been removed, and the wounds were stitched up with white, translucent animal sinew, making the wounds appear very delicate and smooth, with fine stitches and very little bleeding, giving them a unique aesthetic appeal.

The people of the Meng'an Tribe could immediately see the effort Jian Mo had put into this, and they quickly expressed their gratitude to Jian Mo.

Jian Mo waved wearily.

After eating and resting for a while, the people of the Red Zheng Tribe showed Jian Mo the Red Rock Grass.

Jian Mo hadn't paid much attention to scar removal before, but after hearing what the people from the Red Zheng Tribe said, she agreed, "Let Bei Ya's wound heal for a few days, and then we'll have him apply this herbal medicine to ensure it's completely effective."

The people of the Red Zheng Tribe happily agreed, "We'll do whatever you say."

Jian Mo said with emotion, "Thank you all for your hard work."

The others responded, "You worked the hardest; we owe you a lot this time."

The people of the Meng'an Tribe exclaimed, "Doctor Jian Mo, you are so kind! We don't know how to thank you enough!"

Jian Mo: "You're welcome. Just pay me the surgery fee when Bei Ya's face is healed."

The people of the Meng'an Tribe looked even more relaxed. "Of course."

Chapter 119 Old Friend

Under Jian Mo and the others' careful care, Bei Ya soon woke up.

The first thing he did upon waking was to touch the wound on his face, Jian Mo quickly grabbed his arms and said, "Don't touch it, to prevent infection."

Bei Ya stared intently at Jian Mo: "The injury on my face—"

Jian Mo: "I've had surgery, and I'm feeling a bit better than before. Would you like to see it?"

Bei Ya pursed his lips, a longing look in his eyes.

Jian Mo looked at him, assessing his condition.

After judging for a while, Jian Mo handed him the mirror. "Take a look at yourself."

This is a hand-polished metal mirror. It's a bit blurrier than modern mirrors, but much clearer than water.

Their tribe also has glass mirrors, but they were too fragile to break during the long journey, so they didn't bring them with them.

Bei Ya held the mirror, hesitated for a moment, and then raised it to his eyes.

The mirror clearly reflected his face, and also the scars on it.

Jian Mo said, "The surgery was successful, and you should recover well. Everyone helped find some Red Rock Grass; I'll apply it to the wound once the oozing stops. I'll also make some bandages for you to apply in the next couple of days."

Bei Ya's eyes reddened.

Jian Mo gently handed him the clean cloth. "Don't cry, it will make the wound infected if you get it dirty."

Bei Ya nodded, tears streaming down her face, "Thank you, Doctor Jian Mo."

Jian Mo: "You're welcome. Try not to talk or make any facial expressions these next couple of days."

Bei Ya nodded quickly, pursed her lips, and used a cloth to wipe away the tears from the corners of her eyes.

As he spoke, Bei Ya couldn't help but keep looking in the mirror. Although his current appearance was still somewhat worse than before he was completely injured, it was much better than when his face was covered in scars.

He never imagined his face would one day be so smooth and flawless.

The surgery on Bei Ya took too long today, so they couldn't get to any of the tribes in time.

After discussing it, everyone decided to camp out in the wild and rest where they were—it was close to the river, making it easy to fetch water.

The people of the Meng'an Tribe also stayed.

Jian Mo and Wu Jiong rode Jiujiu a long way back, found some familiar trees on the mountain, peeled off the soft membrane inside the bark, and planned to use it to "reduce the size" of Bei Ya's skin.

Reduce the amount of adhesive tape applied.

Delicate skin like the face means that even if a wound has begun to heal, the newly grown granulation tissue cannot completely counteract the tension on both sides of the wound. So even if it looks almost healed, the wound will still widen due to the tension.

Reducing the tension of the dressing involves artificially applying force to pull the skin on both sides of the wound together, thus offsetting the tension and preventing scar hyperplasia.

Generally, you can apply a tension-reducing dressing once the protein sutures have been slightly absorbed, and then remove it once the new tissue at the wound site can withstand the surrounding tension.

Bei Ya was very concerned about his appearance, Jian Mo hoped they could do more to help his wounds heal as well as possible.

Jian Mo and the others brought some boiled glue, but not much.

They had never tried applying glue to a person's skin before, and Jian Mo wasn't sure if the glue would cause allergies or anything like that.

The skin on a person's face was too delicate, Jian Mo didn't dare to apply the glue directly to her face. Instead, she smeared the glue onto the tree bark, intending to use it to attach the bark to the skin on the inside of her arm.

Seeing his movements, Wu Jiong preemptively stretched out his arm before he could touch it. "I'll do it."

Jian Mo looked up and smiled, "I'll do it. I want to experience the process properly and see if there's anything that needs improvement."

Hearing this, Wu Jiong stopped insisting. "If there's any discomfort, we'll remove it immediately."

Jian Mo nodded. "Okay, I won't joke around with my body."

Wu Jiong leaned over and nuzzled his head against his.

They were busy here. Someone else cooked a meal today and sent one portion to them, as well as one portion to each of the two Flying-Winged Beasts.