The Beastman Acting Cute (Continued)

Jian Mo was helpless. Baldness is a global problem, and even renowned doctors, let alone a small-time veterinarian like him, couldn't do much about it. Treatment would probably have to start with genetics.

Jian Mo comforted Dan Guan, saying, "Why not give it a try? Maybe it'll work?"

Dan Guan: "Okay, how do we test this?"

Jian Mo took out the prepared ginger and showed it to him. "You know Tu Shao, so you should know this kind of ginger, right?"

Dan Guan nodded.

Jian Mo: "I'm going to have you rub the bald patches with slices of ginger to see if it can stimulate the hair follicles and make more hair grow."

Dan Guan perked up. "Okay."

Jian Mo continued, "Try it for a month and observe the results. If you develop rashes, blisters, or experience other discomfort, stop temporarily. If not, keep trying. I'll keep a record, and we'll see how your alopecia areata is next month."

Dan Guan: "No problem!"

Jian Mo took three patches of baldness on Dan Guan's body, counted the number of hairs on the patches, and made a careful record.

Count them again next month to see if the amount of hair has increased; that will give you a rough idea of whether this ginger from the orc world is effective.

Dan Guan also thought this was a good idea and promised to wipe it frequently.

Dan Guan had already come, Jian Mo simply asked someone to contact Bei Ya, who had already returned to the Meng'an Tribe, and asked him to come over for a follow-up examination as well.

Recently, there have been many people visiting the Mengshui Tribe or Riverside Tribe, so it's not difficult to ask someone passing by to pass on a message.

Bei Ya was very concerned about his appearance, so he came with his prospective partner after receiving a message from Jian Mo.

His intended partner was the beastman named Yan Ze who had been carrying him on his back; the two had long harbored feelings for each other.

After Bei Ya's facial injuries healed somewhat and he finally emerged from the shadow of disfigurement, he accepted Yan Ze's advances, and the two became a couple.

Jian Mo hadn't seen Bei Ya for a while, and seeing him now felt quite heartwarming.

Bei Ya still had bandages on his face, and the wounds had shrunk into thin white lines. Although there were quite a few white lines, it looked much better than his face being covered in scars.

Jian Mo said gently, "You're in good shape."

Bei Ya was a little embarrassed. "Thanks to you."

Jian Mo, "How often do you change the patches now? Are you still using Red Rock Grass as a face mask?"

Bei Ya nodded. "I'll still use it. I want it to heal better. I'll change the patch every five days, soaking it until it softens before changing it again. Changing it every five days basically prevents me from getting a rash."

The Meng'an Tribe is quite far from the Riverside Tribe, and it would be too troublesome for Bei Ya and the others to come and check, Jian Mo gave him the fish glue and let him make the tape himself.

Bei Ya is very skillful and meticulous in her work. She does a great job of applying stickers and also takes excellent care of her face.

After a careful examination, Jian Mo said with relief, "You're recovering very well. You can come back for a follow-up check-up next month."

With Bei Ya having recovered to this extent, there's not much Jian Mo can do anymore.

Bei Ya flashed a bright, white smile and said happily, "Thank you, Doctor Jian Mo."

Jian Mo: "You're welcome. Remember to use sunscreen when you get back."

After seeing Bei Ya off, Jian Mo felt relieved and began to deal with Jiang.

He discovered that the ginger here did not keep well.

Ginger on Earth may not be able to be stored for long, but the short shelf life of ginger here is still Jian Mo short.

He quickly emptied both baskets of ginger from his house, put the intact parts back in the baskets, and took out the slightly rotten ginger. He used a knife to cut off the rotten parts, then peeled it. He took some out to dry in the sun and sliced the rest, then added salt and spice powder to make pickled ginger.

Pickled ginger is also an option, but we don't have any scallions or garlic at home right now, and we don't have any chili peppers either. Pickled ginger alone would be too bland, Jian Mo just pickle it into vegetables.

After Qing Kuo and the others returned from gathering ginger, they saw Jian Mo processing it at home, so they decided to come and help.

Jian Mo invited them to dinner, and since there was some pickled ginger at home that had been prepared in advance, they would have pickled ginger with their meal.

Qing Kuo exclaimed in surprise, "I didn't expect this pickled ginger to be so delicious! It's spicy and crunchy, and it goes really well with rice when tossed in oil!"

Jian Mo: "This kind of strongly flavored food is really delicious, and my Ying'ao likes it too."

Ye Luo: "It's rare that Ying'ao has a favorite food."

Jian Mo agreed wholeheartedly, "I think so too, but pickled ginger is too salty, we can't give them too much, or they'll shed their fur. I plan to make them a little treat later."

Qing Kuo: "What?"

Jian Mo smiled mysteriously, "Ginger milk curd."

No one had ever heard of this food before, but since it contains milk, it must taste good.

Jian Mo said that, everyone said they wanted to stay and try it.

Jian Mo had already planned to treat everyone to a meal, so she immediately agreed upon hearing this.

So, after dinner, Jian Mo took them to milk the cows.

The Pack-Pack Beast's milk production is still quite good. Just this evening, Jian Mo produced two large buckets of milk.

Their animal milk is never wasted; besides being used to make cream, butter, cheese, yogurt, etc., it is also consumed by both humans and Flying-Winged Beast.

Four large buckets of milk a day are just enough to meet their needs.

Jian Mo poured the animal milk into the pot and asked everyone to help cook it, stirring constantly to prevent it from burning or overflowing.

He then mashed some of the peeled ginger into a paste and squeezed out the juice, intending to make ginger milk curd later.

You can add sugar to ginger milk curd or not. Jian Mo likes it sweet, so she scooped out the human milk separately, sprinkled honey powder into it, melted it, and then poured the still-warm animal milk into a bowl containing ginger juice.

Soon, the milk in the bowl solidified, forming a smooth milk custard.

Qing Kuo looked on in astonishment. "What's the principle behind this?"

Jian Mo: "I don't know either, it's a way of eating it in my hometown."

Qing Kuo: "The ginger and milk in your hometown are different, right? What if it doesn't work?"

Jian Mo shrugged. "If it doesn't work, we'll just have ginger milk tea. Anyway, it has sugar in it, so it'll be sweet and taste good."

As she spoke, Jian Mo decided to make two large portions of milk for Ying'ao and Jiujiu while it was still warm.