Honeybird (continued)

It just so happens that today was a coincidence.

After they finished playing around and came to their senses, they felt a little embarrassed.

A Hu crawled back on all fours, his ears tilted back like airplane ears, his eyes looking down, and he said in a muffled voice, "Jian Mo."

Jian Mo nodded. "Turn around, let me see."

A Hu was even more embarrassed, but she still obediently turned around, tucking her tail between her legs so that Jian Mo could see her butt.

Jian Mo remained remarkably calm. With a large cat's rear end right in front of him, it was difficult for a normal Homo sapiens to have any particular thoughts.

A Hu has several blood spots on her buttocks; they are all red, swollen, and inflamed.

After examining Jian Mo found some debris inside his wound.

The orcs are too healthy. The wounds they sustained last night have healed on the surface, but debris is still trapped inside, causing infection and inflammation.

Jian Mo pressed down, and the big cat under her hands clearly felt the pain; its tail stiffened.

Jian Mo, "Did you quickly revert to human form after being injured last night?"

A Hu hissed, "Meow, it'll be easier to turn into human form."

Jian Mo: "Then when you transform into human form, what's stuck in your wound—"

A Hu: "If the human form is too small, the things stuck in the wound won't stay in and will fall out."

After examining him, Jian Mo said, "It hasn't all fallen off. Some of it is embedded in the flesh. We need to use a needle to remove it now, otherwise it will stay there, causing pain when pressed and making it prone to infection."

A Hu's tail stiffened again. "Okay, Jian Mo, you can handle it."

Seeing that he had no objections, Jian Mo said, "Then I'll go prepare the bone needles. You wait in the courtyard for a bit. You want to continue in beast form, right?"

A Hu nodded his cat head, resolutely refusing to be naked in front of Jian Mo.

The other orcs were too lazy to revert to human form, so they watched the spectacle from the sidelines in their beast forms.

Jian Mo turned around and saw a bunch of furry heads gathered behind her. "You won't treat the illness? Go wait outside."

Ban Ming persisted, "Jian Mo, if A Hu struggles, we can help you hold him down."

Jian Mo: "Wu Jiong can hold her down for me, you don't need to, and A Hu won't struggle too much."

A Hu, with her back to Jian Mo, said in a muffled voice, "Hmm."

No matter how Ban Ming tried to argue, Jian Mo still managed to drive the group of beastmen who loved watching the drama away.

After chasing everyone away, Jian Mo took out the boiled and sterilized bone needles and began to pick out the debris from A Hu's buttocks.

The snow outside is heavy, and the light is okay, but my eyes get a little blurry after looking at it for a while.

Jian Mo's eyes became bloodshot.

However, his hands were very steady, and the process of picking out the debris went smoothly.

After they finished picking, Jian Mo A Hu, "Is there anything else that's bothering you?"

A Hu said in a muffled voice, "No, it's gone. Before you picked any out for me, the meat was a little itchy inside, but it's not itchy now."

After hearing what he said, Jian Mo checked again to make sure there was no problem. Then she went to the backyard to pick fresh herbs, squeezed them into juice, and applied it to the wound.

The young big cat was so embarrassed that it couldn't lift its head.

Seeing his condition, Jian Mo washed her hands and gave him a large piece of dried fish. "That's enough. If you feel unwell again, come find me immediately."

A Hu sniffed the fish piece, hesitated for a moment, then thanked them, snatched the fish piece, and quickly ran off.

The orcs were driven out, but they remained outside.

Seeing A Hu carrying the fish chunks away, they barked and meowed wildly, chasing each other as they ran far away.

A short while later, A Hu returned, carrying a basket of things, saying it was a thank-you gift for Jian Mo.

Before Jian Mo could refuse, he dropped his things and ran.

Jian Mo watched his departing figure and said, "He ran way too fast."

Wu Jiong: "I'm afraid you'll return the things to him."

Jian Mo: "Not that bad."

Jian Mo glanced at it and saw that the basket A Hu had brought was mostly filled with stems and tubers.

Besides the tuber, there were three fist-sized eggs underneath.

This surprised Jian Mo greatly; it was so cold, the chances of getting eggs were slim.

Wu Jiong walked over and took a look. "These eggs were probably found in early autumn or summer."

Jian Mo: "So long? Is it broken?"

Wu Jiong picked it up, shook it near his ear, smelled it, and replied, "No, but it's not very fresh anymore. We should eat it quickly."

Jian Mo hadn't eaten eggs in a while, so he took the eggs back, planning to make a fried or steamed egg for dinner.

When he returned to the hearth, he saw the freshly made syrup and changed his mind. His eyes sparkled as he peered over and called out to Wu Jiong, "Wu Jiong, do you want some ice cream?"

Wu Jiong's brow furrowed. "A food similar to popsicles?"

Jian Mo gestured to describe it to him. "There's a big difference. They're both ice, but the popsicle is rock hard, while the ice cream is soft. I personally think the ice cream tastes much better."

Jian Mo noticed last time that Wu Jiong really liked popsicles; he finished a whole popsicle in no time.

Before he could finish speaking, Wu Jiong nodded without hesitation. "Eat."

Jian Mo: "Then I'll get out the cream, let's try making it."

Making ice cream is quite simple. Add egg yolks, cream, syrup, and milk to a double boiler and heat until smooth. Remove from the heat and freeze. Once slightly frozen, bring it back in and stir to incorporate enough air before freezing again. That's how you make ice cream.

The ice cream was delicious, but it was hard to work with my hands.

Jian Mo simply called over Ban Ming and a few others, letting them stir things up.

The beastmen had nothing better to do, so they didn't object at all.

As Ban Ming stirred, he said, "Jian Mo, you know so many things."

Jian Mo casually replied, "That's right, we've been studying it for many years."

Ban Ming asked curiously, "How many years is 'many years'?"

Jian Mo calculated. "Nineteen years."

Several orcs gasped when they heard Jian Mo say that, "You're kidding, right?"