Snow Bead Fruit (continued)

Ban Ming blatantly lied. "I get up that early every day."

Jian Mo glanced at him and remained silent.

Jian Mo was familiar with Qing Kuo and knew that none of his family had the habit of getting up early, especially Ban Ming, the young beastman who had just gone through a period of extreme sleep deprivation. If he didn't need to go out hunting, he would always sleep until the sun warmed the ground before getting up.

This guy got up so early today; it's as rare as Wu Jiong sleeping in late.

Seeing Jian Mo's expression, Ban Ming knew he hadn't gotten away with it, but he didn't care. Looking around to make sure no one was watching, he lowered his voice and said, "Jian Mo, I've come here to ask you for a favor."

Jian Mo was very wary. "What is it? Tell me first, then I'll consider whether to agree or not."

Ban Ming said a little shyly, "You know I like A Meng, right?"

Jian Mo nodded.

Ban Ming asked, "What do you think of A Meng?"

Jian Mo assumed he wanted to marry A Meng and was trying to gauge his family's opinion by asking her to act as a go-between, so she said, "He's quite good; he's a sub-beastman with excellent character and abilities."

Ban Ming raised his chin. "Right? He's also exceptionally good-looking."

Seeing his proud demeanor, Jian Mo said, "Yes, should I tell your father?"

"No, no, no." Ban Ming suddenly realized what was going on and quickly waved his hands, saying, "I didn't come here to talk about me and A Meng. I wanted to ask if A Meng could bring his father to see you about his leg."

After listening to his long explanation just to bring up this matter, Jian Mo was both amused and exasperated. "Of course you can. Anyone who isn't feeling well can come and see me. Wu Jiong and the others aren't stopping us."

Jian Mo did have a good impression of A Meng.

The two Pack-Pack Beasts in his house were a gift from this young and handsome sub-beastman, who was there to help him in his time of need.

So even though A Meng is from the Xiongying Tribe, he will do his best to help if needed.

Ban Ming was relieved to hear Jian Mo's words. "That's what I told him too. Jian Mo, you're such a good person, you wouldn't refuse him even if his father came from another tribe. He's just overthinking things and feels he should ask you first."

People who are particularly considerate often have more concerns. Jian Mo nodded understandingly, "Have him bring his father. It takes a hundred days to recover from a broken bone, and his father's leg should also be checked again."

Ban Ming: "Okay, I'll go to their tribe and talk to him later. Jian Mo, you're so kind."

Jian Mo glanced at him. "Just help your partner?"

Ban Ming said shyly, "We're not partners yet. I'm trying to become his future partner."

This guy is quite good-looking, with a very sunny disposition, but he can be a bit silly at times. He doesn't look like a cat; he looks more like a giant Samoyed.

Jian Mo waved her hand. "Alright, you go ahead and get busy."

Ban Ming didn't leave. "Weren't you going to collect the fish traps? I'll help you."

Ban Ming said the weather was cold and the fish would be difficult to handle, so he insisted on helping Jian Mo lift the fish trap and cleaning out the fish's internal organs before saying Jian Mo and going back.

Ban Ming was incredibly considerate this time. When Jian Mo saw A Meng bringing his father, he extended his affection to A Meng and treated him very gently.

Generally speaking, Jian Mo is quite serious when dealing with patients and their families—and when she's serious, patients are more likely to follow her advice.

He seems to have quite a few patients.

A Meng, along with his father, greeted Jian Mo: "Doctor Jian Mo."

"You're here?" Jian Mo asked with a smile. "You must have had a long journey. Was it cold on the way? Are your legs sore from the weather?"

A Meng's father was a little reserved, but he still answered, "Yes, it hurts a little when it's about to snow, and it also hurts when it's too cold."

Jian Mo: "Let me see."

Jian Mo carefully examined A Meng's father, Yu Jiao's, leg.

The leg that was soaked by the Yu Jiao is healing fairly well, but it hasn't fully healed. You can still see red marks when you look at it now, so there's probably some inflammation inside.

Jian Mo looked at his human form, she asked him to transform back into his beast form.

The U. A. Clan's beast form is somewhat similar to a unicorn, but with very sharp horns, making them look rather intimidating.

It wasn't so obvious when the Yu Jiao on the human form, but in the beast form, you could see that the leg bones were a bit red, and the blood vessels probably had some damage.

Jian Mo asked with a serious face, "Did you not rest properly when you got back?"

Yu Jiao fell in a muffled voice. "It's alright, but I haven't gone to many of the tribe's group activities."

Jian Mo: "So you sometimes went along too, right?"

Yu Jiao didn't dare to speak much, and A Meng also frowned and glanced at his father.

Jian Mo felt the situation was tricky. After thinking for a moment, she said, "I don't have any special methods for this level of injury. I'll apply some hot salt to it first. When you go back, be sure to keep the wound warm and get plenty of rest."

A Meng readily agreed.

Jian Mo nodded to this particularly reliable sub-orc, took a broken earthenware pot, placed it on the fire pit, poured in half a pot of rock salt, and slowly stir-fried it.

Once the rock salt was heated to a high temperature, Jian Mo poured it into a bag, tied the bag shut, and then placed the entire bag on the wounded leg of the Yu Jiao Beast.

As she placed the salt bag, Jian Mo carefully checked its temperature. Although she felt it was fine, she still gently reminded her, "Tell me if you feel any discomfort. Don't get burned."

Yu Jiao readily agreed.

Applying the hot salt pack takes time, so the father and son sat in the living room and waited patiently.

Jian Mo offered them pepper and scallion drink, which didn't have any extravagant honey, but contained some dried fruit. It tasted sweet and spicy and was very effective in dispelling the cold.

There aren't many snacks here, but anything with a bit of flavor is quite popular.

Yu Jiao and A Meng slowly drank the pepper-flavored drink and relaxed.

A Meng sat in the hall with nothing to do, turning his head to look around, and soon saw the bark painting that Jian Mo had hung on the wall.

His painting was so lifelike that A Meng recognized most of the objects in the painting at a glance.

A Meng sat up straight and asked, "Doctor Jian Mo, what is this?"