Transmigrated to the Beastman World as a Veterinarian – CH140

The person Jian Mo dragged in was unconscious, his face swollen and purple—an alarming sight.

But he was still alive.

As Jian Mo quickly examined him, he asked, “What happened?”

The bird beastmen chirped anxiously:

“He choked while eating meat!”

“We tried everything but couldn’t get it out!”

“Is he going to die from choking?!”

Jian Mo reassured them, “He won’t!”

He swiftly hauled the man upright, wrapped his arms around the man’s torso from behind, and clasped his hands into fists to strike upward at the spot between the man’s ribcage and navel.

The maneuver was exhausting. Even with Jian Mo’s enhanced sub-beastman strength, he was gasping for breath after just a few attempts.

The bird beastmen shifted into human form and crowded closer. “Brother Jian Mo, let us help!”

Jian Mo glanced at their thin arms and legs, shaking his head between pants. “No, go to the river and call Wu Jiong! If you can’t find him, get any beastman! Quickly!”

The bird beastmen shifted back to beast form and flew off frantically to find help.

The unconscious beastman was burly, with rock-hard muscles that Jian Mo’s strikes could hardly move. He gritted his teeth and kept at it, relying solely on willpower to persist.

Chirpy, having recovered a little, waddled over, chirping with concern. It raised its front claws to mimic Jian Mo’s movements and even tried to stomp on the beastman’s abdomen with its hind legs.

Jian Mo, seeing Chirpy’s enthusiasm, waved it off weakly. “Chirpy, stand aside!”

If Chirpy joined in, Jian Mo feared it might do more harm than good.

Circling anxiously, Chirpy finally crouched nearby, visibly distressed.

Moments later, a giant wolf charged into the yard like a gust of wind, transforming mid-stride. Wu Jiong quickly tied a beast hide skirt around his waist. “What’s going on?”

Jian Mo explained hurriedly, “He choked on roasted meat. Use this technique to strike his upper abdomen like I was doing!”

Wu Jiong stepped in to replace Jian Mo. “With force?”

“Yes! We need to dislodge the meat blocking his airway,” Jian Mo directed.

Wu Jiong stopped asking questions, focusing on delivering strong, precise strikes.

More beastmen and sub-beastmen, drawn by the commotion, gathered around, watching anxiously.

Jian Mo mentally counted down. If the meat didn’t come out soon, he’d have to prepare for emergency surgery.

Fortunately, luck was on their side.

With one powerful strike from Wu Jiong, a large chunk of blackened roasted meat flew out of the beastman’s mouth.

The man immediately fell to his knees, coughing violently, then collapsed onto the ground, heaving for air.

Jian Mo ignored the mucus, saliva, and tears covering the man’s face, rushing to check his condition.

The crowd held their breath.

After a few seconds, Jian Mo announced, “He’s fine. He just needs time to recover.”

A wave of relieved chatter swept through the onlookers:

“How did he choke on roasted meat? That’s so dangerous!”

“I heard they were joking around while eating, and this happened.”

“Which tribe is he from? I don’t think I’ve seen him before.”

Jian Mo asked the crowd to help move the beastman to the small clinic for rest. “Choking happens. It’s not that rare. Let’s not gossip too much.”

Someone asked, “So just hitting the stomach works?”

Jian Mo raised his hands to demonstrate. “Not quite. You aim at the upper abdomen, striking upward at an angle. It’s called the Heimlich maneuver, a technique for dealing with choking emergencies.”

The crowd mimicked his movements, some appearing unsure.

Jian Mo added, “This method is very effective. I’ll hold a lesson in a few days to teach it properly. Everyone can come to learn.”

After briefly explaining, Jian Mo sent the onlookers away and turned to the bird beastmen.

Exhausted from their frantic activity, the bird beastmen sprawled on the ground with Chirpy, too tired to move a claw.

Jian Mo asked, “What exactly happened? Who is this beastman, and how did he choke? Where are Ban Ming and the others?”

The bird beastmen explained:

“He’s from the Yang Yao Tribe, here for the Summer Harvest Festival. He’s been staying at the Meng Shui Tribe.”

“His beast form is feline, like Ban Ming and the others.”

“We got to talking, and he treated us to roasted meat. While eating and joking, he accidentally inhaled a whole piece of meat.”

“We tried to help him cough it out but couldn’t. Ban Ming told us to bring him to you quickly.”

“It was exhausting! We took turns carrying him, but Chirpy carried him the rest of the way at top speed.”

One bird beastmen patted Chirpy with a wing. “Chirpy, you’re amazing. You really came through when it mattered. You’re the best, Chirp!”

Chirpy, tongue still lolling from exertion, merely shifted its body slightly and replied weakly, “Chirp.”

Understanding the situation, Jian Mo didn’t reprimand them. It had been an accident, after all.

He fetched a jug of chilled leaf tea mixed with honey and fruit syrup, offering it to the bird beastmen. “Rest here for now. Stay in the tribe for the next few days and don’t wander too far.”

The bird beastmen eagerly agreed. “We weren’t planning to go anywhere anyway.”

Later, Ban Ming and the others returned, only to be scolded and dragged off by De Jiang for a grueling training session that left them utterly drained.

Jian Mo didn’t interfere, respecting the tribe’s methods of educating its youth. He merely sent over two large jars of chilled leaf tea to console them.

Sipping the sweet, cool tea, Ban Ming and his companions were on the verge of tears.

Over the following days, Jian Mo indeed held a class on the Heimlich maneuver, teaching it to the cubs. Adults and visiting beastmen from other tribes attended as well, learning intently.

Jian Mo encouraged the visiting beastmen to share the technique when they returned home.

As the Summer Harvest Festival drew near, the Yang Yao beastman, Tu Shao, recovered fully. He returned to the Meng Shui Tribe to gather supplies and personally came to thank Jian Mo.

Tu Shao’s expression was filled with gratitude. “Doctor Jian Mo, I can’t thank you enough. Without you, I wouldn’t be alive today.”

Jian Mo modestly replied, “It wasn’t just our efforts. Ban Ming and Wan Zheng acted decisively.”

Wan Zheng was the leader of the bird beastmen.

Tu Shao nodded earnestly. “I’ve already thanked them. These supplies are for you. I heard you needed insect wax, so I brought all the remaining wax from our tribe.”

Insect wax was a specialty of the Yang Yao Tribe.

Jian Mo looked at the wax Tu Shao had brought and said, “Then I won’t refuse. However, our medical fees don’t require this much. Can I trade some materials for the excess wax?”

Tu Shao shook his head vigorously. “No, no, these are all for you. My life is far more valuable than this wax.”

Jian Mo smiled. “I understand, but we have standards for medical fees. I really don’t need this much.”

Seeing Jian Mo’s insistence, Tu Shao eventually agreed to a trade. He exchanged the excess wax for some fish bladder glue, saying it was highly useful for his tribe.

Jian Mo happily agreed, noting they could always collect more fish bladders from the Lin Yan Tribe later. The Lin Yan Tribe had already given unrestricted access.

As the full moon rose, the Summer Harvest Festival officially began.

Previously, major festivals were always hosted by the Meng Shui Tribe. This time, however, many tribes felt the He’an Tribe was a more suitable location.

With their children attending classes there, everyone was familiar with the He’an Tribe. Additionally, people were tired of always gathering in the Meng Shui Tribe and welcomed the change of scenery. Ultimately, the consensus shifted in favor of the He’an Tribe.

Even Yun Long, who had hoped to host, had to relent when faced with the group’s determination.

Eight tribes participated in the Summer Harvest Festival this year: Yi Gu Tribe, Zheng Chi Tribe, Xiong Ying Tribe, Hong Zheng Tribe, Meng Shui Tribe, Dian Xin Tribe, Bing Jiang Tribe, and the He’an Tribe.

In addition to participants, over ten other tribes arrived as spectators.

Some visitors stayed in the He’an Tribe, others in the Meng Shui Tribe, while those who couldn’t secure accommodations camped in the open. Beastmen were accustomed to sleeping in their beast forms and could even act as makeshift beds for sub-beastmen companions, making outdoor stays manageable.

The influx of tribes brought not just festivities but also an abundance of trade. Jian Mo used surplus beast wool fabric to trade for metals and unique spices.

Other tribes exchanged goods ranging from metals, fabrics, and wood to ornaments, medicine, and even contraceptives.

Meng Shui Tribe’s balm was particularly popular.

Jian Mo couldn’t resist and made another batch of balm for trade—its profit margins were simply too high.

With its low cost and widespread utility, no one hesitated to exchange for it, allowing the He’an Tribe to make a substantial profit.

The Summer Harvest Festival began on the full moon and lasted three days.

During the event, each tribe sent a team of 24 participants to gather resources in the territories of the eight participating tribes. Resources included hunted prey, gathered items, and special goods hidden by the tribes in the wild. The team with the most valuable collection at the end of three days would win.

Teams consisted of beastmen and sub-beastmen, monitored by both their peers and festival spectators.

Given the risks of encountering wild beasts, the bird beastmen were assigned as patrols to ensure safety.

The bird beastmen were delighted with this role and felt even prouder upon seeing their long-time rivals, the Tu Sun Tribe, among the spectators.

While eating at Jian Mo’s house, the bird beastmen chattered excitedly, “Brother Jian Mo, you should’ve seen it. Our rivals’ faces turned green with envy.”

Jian Mo raised a skeptical eyebrow. “Really? Aren’t you overthinking it?”

The bird beastmen insisted, “No way! They’re definitely jealous because we’re more popular.”

Jian Mo advised calmly, “Then avoid provoking them.”

“Why?”

“I’m worried you might end up fighting again. If you get hurt, you won’t be able to serve as patrols”

Considering the Yu Qi tribe’s reputation for scheming, the bird beastmen quickly agreed to behave.

On the day of the festival, the teams gathered on the open field.

The tribal leaders gave a brief explanation of the rules and sent the teams on their way.

The eight teams would spend three days in the wild, returning to the He’an Tribe before sunset on the third day for evaluation.

While in the field, spectators could approach the teams to observe their progress, discuss strategies, and exchange information about different tribes.

On the first day, all teams began their search within the He’an Tribe’s territory. Each team chose a direction to avoid conflicts, as fighting would result in disqualification.

Jian Mo sat atop the giant wolf, following the He’an Tribe’s team. Watching them quickly gather berries and purple birds, he wrapped his arms around the wolf’s neck and asked, “They’re not allowed to return to the tribe to rest, right?”

The wolf replied, “They can, but it’s a waste of time. Most teams won’t.”

Jian Mo frowned. “But in this heat, won’t their gathered items spoil quickly? Berries and purple birds will rot—”

The wolf explained, “Preserving resources is part of the competition. Spoiled items have no value.”

As Jian Mo observed, Ban Ming’s team skillfully processed their finds: cleaning and seasoning the purple birds before cutting them into strips to dry, while wrapping the berries in leaves and storing them in lidded baskets.

Clearly, they were experienced.

Midway through the observation, the bird beastmen flew over in a flurry, shouting, “Brother Jian Mo, something’s wrong! A sub-beastman from the Hong Zheng Tribe fell down a hill—you have to help!”

Jian Mo immediately grabbed his medical kit. “Is it serious? What happened?”

The bird beastmen answered, “We don’t know! He hit his head, and there’s blood everywhere!”

Jian Mo and Wu Jiong quickly mounted Chirpy and rushed to the injured sub-beastman.

The sub-beastman had sprained his foot but fortunately sustained no major injuries. A quick bandage was all he needed.

Jian Mo determined that the injured sub-beastman was unfit to continue competing. The Hong Zheng Tribe’s team had to forfeit one participant, reducing their team to 23 members.

Since they were already there, Jian Mo and Wu Jiong decided to follow the Hong Zheng Tribe’s team to observe. It turned out to be an excellent opportunity for Jian Mo to learn about various hunting, gathering, and processing techniques.

Unexpectedly, after watching for only a short while, the bird beastmen flew in with urgent news.

“Brother Jian Mo, a beastman from the Xiong Ying Tribe got rammed by a sawtooth beast! It looks bad—flesh torn everywhere. We’re not sure if his internal organs are damaged!”

Jian Mo responded immediately, “Hold on, we’re coming!”

Once again, Jian Mo and Wu Jiong rushed to the site of the Xiong Ying Tribe’s team, where they were forced to eliminate another participant from the competition due to injuries.

While the competing teams spent a day frantically collecting resources, Jian Mo and Wu Jiong spent theirs running between emergencies. By nightfall, they were utterly exhausted.

They ended up near the He’an Tribe’s team that evening and decided to check on Ban Ming and the others.

True to their reputation for being reliable in serious situations, Ban Ming’s team had made decent progress that day.

As night fell, they stopped moving to focus on processing their spoils—drying meat, turning berries into jam, and properly storing other materials.

Jian Mo and Wu Jiong took the opportunity to gather intel on the other teams.

Based on the information compiled, the Bing Jiang Tribe’s bear beastmen were temporarily in the lead after the first day. They had caught the most prey and uncovered several hidden caches of supplies.

The Meng Shui Tribe was in second place, and the He’an Tribe was third, with only a small difference between the three. Closing the gap seemed entirely feasible.

During the first day, all eight teams had operated within the He’an Tribe’s territory or its immediate surroundings, which made it easier for news to spread.

On the second day, the teams dispersed, covering nearly every tribe’s territory. Many teams split into smaller groups to search different areas.

Gathering points for basic resources tended to remain fixed, but high-value game roamed unpredictably, and hidden caches were scattered across multiple territories.

Even a team well-acquainted with a region wouldn’t have an inherent advantage, keeping the competition fair.

With teams spread out, the bird beastmen had to divide their efforts. Chirpy and Ying Ao joined in to assist with patrols.

Based on the prior day’s experience, Jian Mo anticipated more injuries. He meticulously prepared medical supplies, ready for emergencies.

He didn’t expect the first injury to come so soon.

Before the sun rose, a chorus of frantic squawks broke the quiet.

Several bird beastmen, flying in a V-formation, escorted Chirpy as it struggled to carry a massive brown bear on its back.

The bird beastmen flapped furiously to create lift, easing Chirpy’s burden. Even so, Chirpy’s flight wavered as though carrying an entire mountain.

“Chirp… chirp…” Chirpy wheezed and finally landed in front of Jian Mo with a thud, stirring up a cloud of dust.

The bird beastmen quickly shifted to human form and dragged the unconscious brown bear off Chirpy’s back. “A Bing Jiang Tribe beastman—hurt while hunting a horned beast. He got knocked out cold and can’t shift back to human form. We’re exhausted.”

Jian Mo grabbed his medical kit and ran over. “They went straight for horned beasts? That’s bold!”

He couldn’t help recalling the Qin Hai Tribe’s leader, Shu Guang, who’d been gored by a pack of horned beasts. And yet—

Jian Mo looked at the unconscious bear. Youthful ignorance is truly fearless!

Internally grumbling, Jian Mo still conducted a thorough examination.

The bear’s skull was intact, and there were no signs of vomiting. His pupils and heartbeat were normal. He appeared to be merely concussed, with no severe injuries.

Jian Mo bandaged the wounds and instructed the bird beastmen, “Disqualify him. A concussion makes him unfit to continue.”

The bird beastmen agreed and prepared to report the incident to the judges stationed at the He’an Tribe.

After ensuring the bear was stable, Jian Mo turned his attention to Chirpy.

Chirpy was visibly fatigued but otherwise fine.

Jian Mo rubbed Chirpy’s head affectionately. “Chirpy, you’re truly a strong helper.”

That Chirpy managed to carry a massive brown bear was impressive.

“Chirp!” Chirpy chirped proudly.

Jian Mo coaxed, “Why don’t you rest with us for a while? You shouldn’t push yourself too hard.”

Chirpy glanced at the other bird beastmen and hesitated. “Chirp…”

The bird beastmen chimed in, “Chirpy wants to keep helping.”

Jian Mo chuckled and patted Chirpy. “Are you sure you can still fly?”

Chirpy stood, took a running start, and launched into the air. It circled above, chirping energetically. “Chirp!”

“That’s proof enough,” Jian Mo laughed, waving. “Go on then, but rest whenever you can.”

“Chirp!”

Jian Mo turned to the bird beastmen. “The same goes for you. Take breaks when you need them; don’t overexert yourselves.”

The bird beastmen nodded and took off with Chirpy, their voices trailing in the distance. “Got it—”

Watching them disappear into the sky, Jian Mo packed up his medical kit and sat down to wait for the bear to regain consciousness.

As he waited, he muttered to himself, “Chirpy’s really a lifesaving Chirpy.”

Wu Jiong, half-listening, ruffled Jian Mo’s hair. “It’s very loyal.”

Jian Mo nodded. “I’ve noticed. Chirpy has such a special personality. Maybe it’s because it was rescued by beastmen—it seems to hold us in high regard.”

Wu Jiong agreed. “Could be. Once someone from the Bing Jiang Tribe comes to retrieve this beastman, let’s move toward the Meng Shui Tribe’s territory. It’s centrally located and makes it easier to respond to emergencies.”

Jian Mo smiled. “Good idea. That’ll give Chirpy and the bird beastmen shorter flights too—they deserve some relief.”