Asking Around (Continued)

The Haizuo Tribe is in very poor health; he lacks the physical strength to resist infection, and performing surgery on him under the current conditions is not very realistic.

Based on Jian Mo's current assessment, he might not survive the surgery.

The people of the Haizuo Tribe quickly came to a conclusion and pleaded with Jian Mo, "Doctor Jian Mo, could you prescribe some medicine for him to recover? We'll hurry and inquire about other shamanic healers."

Jian Mo nodded. "Okay."

After saying that, Jian Mo added, "There's a Witch Doctor Lian Ke in the Lower Meng Tribe. Don't go to him; his medical skills might not be very good."

The people of the Haizuo Tribe nodded quickly, indicating that they understood and would never go to Lian Ke.

The patient was no longer fit to move around, so everyone let him rest and recuperate at the small clinic.

Jian Mo led a group to gather herbs. Although medicine was underdeveloped here, there were still some liver-protecting and detoxifying herbs available, which the patient could try to see if the symptoms could be relieved.

When Ji Xun and Mo A arrived later, they saw that Jian Mo was in a bad mood and didn't know how to comfort him.

No one else knew how to comfort him.

All we could do was help gather the herbs as quickly as possible.

In the evening, Wu Jiong returned and said to Jian Mo, "I've already asked someone to help me find a reliable shaman, and I've also asked people to inquire in other tribes."

Jian Mo replied listlessly, "Okay."

Wu Jiong came over and hugged him, saying in a deep voice, "You're not the Beast God, it's normal that some illnesses can't be cured."

The feeling of skin against skin made Jian Mo feel a little better, and he didn't say anything.

Wu Jiong didn't say much, and just kept holding him.

Many people have come to him for treatment before, for things like rheumatism, bone pain, or inflammation, but he couldn't cure them and could only send them home.

At that time, he didn't think much of it. Not to mention in this time and space, even on Earth where technology is relatively advanced, there are many diseases that cannot be cured.

They'd heard that phrase since they started their careers. "Sometimes to cure, often to relieve, always to comfort."

However, when patients came to him, he found there was nothing he could do, which left him feeling quite frustrated.

This time, unlike other illnesses, this orc from the Haizuo Tribe might really die.

Jian Mo knew in her heart that the medication he prescribed was more of a placebo and a gamble, but she still had to prescribe it.

If he doesn't receive treatment, the orc from the Haizuo Tribe will be in even worse shape.

People from several nearby tribes knew that a seriously ill orc had come to their area, and when they heard that the orcs wanted to inquire about a witch doctor, they spared no effort in doing so.

However, Jian Mo was already the most skilled witch doctor in the vicinity. He could even heal a disfigured sub-orc like Bei Ya. No one could imagine who had better medical skills than him.

As everyone hurriedly inquired, they heard many people recommending him, but they didn't know any other reliable witch doctors.

Several days passed, and the orc's illness in the Haizuo Tribe entered a relatively stable state.

His condition neither improved much nor worsened, but the pain-relieving leaves slightly improved his quality of life; at least when he was conscious, he wasn't writhing in pain.

After discussing it, the people of the Haizuo Tribe asked Jian Mo to keep the person for treatment.

After consulting with the tribe members, Jian Mo temporarily agreed.

That day, Jian Mo was at home reciting the contents of a medical book, she heard the sound of wings flapping outside.

He looked out the window and saw the plump chicks of the Cypress Branch Tribe flying in a line from afar and landing outside their yard.

"Jian Mo-- " the chubby birds called out from outside as they transformed back into human form.

Jian Mo put down her pen and went outside. "Why are you all here?"

Wan Zheng: "We've all heard that there's a seriously ill person here who's been searching everywhere for a skilled shaman. We've already found one."

Before Jian Mo, another orc from the Cypress Branch Tribe blurted out, "The Stored Star Tribe has a very powerful old sub-orc witch doctor who has reportedly saved many lives. If that orc from the Haizuo Tribe is willing to make a move, they can try to find him."

Jian Mo's eyes lit up. "That's great! Where is the Stored Star Tribe?"

A member of the Cypress Branch Tribe said, "It's very far from here, about the same distance as the Dense Forest Tribe. We only know it's in the southeast, but we're not sure of its exact location."

Jian Mo's mood sank again. "So far away, is that old orc witch doctor still around?"

Wan Zheng: "He should still be around. We heard it from others. Someone even sought his treatment last year and said his medical skills are indeed excellent."

The people of the Cypress Branch Tribe said, "Didn't that orc from the Haizuo Tribe run out of options? Shouldn't we try our luck at the Stored Star Tribe? Even if that old sub-orc witch doctor isn't here, he should have apprentices or something; maybe they can help?"

The people of the Cypress Branch Tribe said, "We've already helped them find people; let them give it a try."

Jian Mo felt that made sense. "I'll talk to the patient about it later."

The people of the Cypress Branch Tribe said, "We'll go together. We know the situation better and can lend a hand."

Jian Mo felt their deep concern and nodded, "Thank you so much."

Jian Mo led the beastmen of the Cypress Branch Tribe to the small clinic.

The sick orc Fen Hui, was sunbathing outside. His face was yellowish-green, and his eyes were cloudy, making him look somewhat frightening.

The people of the Cypress Branch Tribe had never seen anyone so seriously ill, and they were all somewhat afraid to approach them.

The Fen Hui were nothing out of the ordinary, and the person didn't react with much emotion.

Upon seeing Jian Mo, Fen Hui a weak smile, "Doctor Jian Mo."

Jian Mo didn't mind his terrifying condition at all, and went over to help him up. "Don't move."

Fen Hui Ashes nodded and lay down again.

Jian Mo: "People from the Cypress Branch Tribe came over today and said they heard about a tribe called Chuxing in the southeast. They have an old shaman with superb medical skills. I was thinking, why don't you go over there and take a look?"

A hopeful expression appeared on Fen Hui's face. "Can he cure my illness?"