Transmigrated to the Beastman World as a Veterinarian – CH165

Wu Jiong’s teeth, slightly whiter than average, featured prominent canine teeth. Combined with his sharp brows and cold, striking features, he usually exuded an air of intimidation.

But at this moment, as he quietly opened his mouth and allowed Jian Mo to slip a finger inside for inspection, his fierce demeanor completely dissolved.

Jian Mo gently ran his finger over Wu Jiong’s teeth, nodding. “Your teeth are a little loose. You need to take it easy for a couple of days.”

Wu Jiong responded with a low grunt through his nose. “Mm.”

Retracting his hand, Jian Mo leaned forward and kissed him lightly. “I’ll make something softer for you to eat.”

Wu Jiong shook his head. “No need. I can manage.”

Jian Mo raised an eyebrow. “How about noodle soup then? I’ll add some of that stewed meat broth, toss in two eggs, mix it with some garlic chili sauce, and a dash of vinegar—it’ll be delicious.”

Their pantry was well-stocked, so Jian Mo insisted on kneading dough to prepare a large bowl of fresh noodles. Once it was done, he called out, “Alright, it’s ready. Come eat!”

Wu Jiong inhaled deeply. “Smells amazing.”

Jian Mo smiled. “Tomorrow, I’ll make something else. We haven’t had tofu in a while. I might grind some soybeans for it.”

Wu Jiong glanced up. “Are you planning to make that Mapo tofu again?”

Jian Mo nodded. “Exactly. Especially now that we have chili peppers.”

After their meal, Wu Jiong washed the dishes, wiped down the stove, and set the water to boil for Jian Mo’s bath.

Jian Mo, now in the middle of his development phase, couldn’t bathe in cold water. Wu Jiong never skipped this daily routine, no matter how tedious it might be.

That night, Jian Mo found it difficult to fall asleep. Thoughts of the unfinished beast pen lingered in his mind. Or maybe he had just napped too much during the day.

Wu Jiong gently patted his head. “I’ll prepare the materials first thing in the morning. We still have those logs from when we built the windbreak. They’re prepped and ready to use.”

Jian Mo shifted closer, leaning his head against Wu Jiong’s shoulder. “I’ll help you. I’m just worried the Brown-Butt Beasts might escape overnight.”

Wu Jiong reassured him, “They won’t. They’re too injured to move much, and they’re securely tied. Chirpy and Ying Ao are watching them. If they try anything, they’ll be stopped.”

Comforted, Jian Mo snuggled into Wu Jiong. “Alright, let’s sleep.”

Morning came without incident. When they checked the backyard, all six Brown-Butt Beasts were still tied up, their injuries showing signs of improvement. Jian Mo guessed they’d fully wake up later that day.

“We need to hurry and finish the pen,” Jian Mo urged. “If they regain their strength, they might cause trouble.”

Wu Jiong stepped out of the house. “I’ll bring the logs over.”

“I’ll come with you,” Jian Mo offered.

Wu Jiong shook his head. “I’ll be faster alone. You rest a little longer.”

When Wu Jiong returned, he wasn’t alone. A group of beastmen in their massive beast forms had joined him, each carrying logs on their backs and ropes in their mouths.

“Brother Jian Mo!” they called out around their loads, voices slightly muffled.

Jian Mo blinked in surprise. “What are you all doing here? That looks heavy—thank you.”

One of the beastmen explained, “We saw the chief carrying logs to build a beast pen, so we figured we’d help. We didn’t have much else to do anyway.”

The logs had been sharpened for the windbreak project and were ready for use. The beastmen made quick work of pressing them into the ground with their considerable weight.

By midday, they had erected a sturdy pen spanning over 200 square meters.

Wu Jiong, meticulous as always, led a team to retrieve several large beams from a nearby cave. These were deeply buried to serve as anchor posts, allowing them to secure the beasts further if needed.

With the pen finished, the wounded Brown-Butt Beasts were herded inside.

After confirming the beasts couldn’t escape, Wu Jiong led the team to help others construct their pens.

Meanwhile, Jian Mo prepared breakfast—a soft, fluffy cake, mindful of Wu Jiong’s sore teeth. The tofu, however, would take more time, as the soybeans needed to be soaked and ground.

The Brown-Butt Beasts adjusted to their new environment surprisingly well. News of their pen reached nearby tribes, drawing visitors eager to see the unusual setup.

Qing Kuo explained to them, “This is just temporary. These beasts are too aggressive and don’t adapt well to captivity. In just a few days, they’re already losing weight. Long-term care isn’t worth it.”

A member of the Yi Gu Tribe nodded. “It doesn’t seem practical, but keeping them for a few days to enjoy fresh meat sounds reasonable.”

Someone from the Hong Zhen Tribe added, “We tried this before. Penned beasts tend to lose weight and die more easily.”

A Meng Shui Tribe member chimed in thoughtfully, “That’s likely due to poor husbandry techniques. With proper methods, there are benefits—besides fresh meat, it can also improve the flavor. Letting them cleanse their systems for a few days can reduce the gamy taste.”

The revelation surprised everyone, prompting a lively discussion.

Jian Mo eagerly joined in. “It could be related to their diet. A lot of an animal’s flavor comes from what it eats.”

Qing Kuo frowned. “Why’s that?”

Jian Mo explained, “It’s complicated, but essentially, what an animal consumes integrates into its body and influences its composition.”

Though skeptical at first, the group slowly warmed up to the idea.

Jian Mo provided a relatable example. “In summer, when we eat too many Ice-Eye Fruits, don’t our bodies start to smell faintly like them?”

The Meng Shui Tribe member nodded thoughtfully. “You’re right.”

Jian Mo continued, “Our Tou Tou Beasts are another example. When they graze on certain herbs, their milk takes on a unique flavor.”

A Hong Zhen Tribe member mused, “It’s worth experimenting with, then.”

Qing Kuo, however, cautioned, “Raising animals properly is a lot of work. You have to decide if a slight improvement in flavor is worth all that effort.”

Before he could finish, a shrill, childish voice interrupted from outside: “The Brown-Butt Beasts have escaped! Run!”

Everyone’s faces turned grim. Qing Kuo leaped up. “Let’s go check it out!”

When they reached the clearing, a loose Brown-Butt Beast was charging after a group of small beastmen cubs, who were scrambling to escape.

Despite their panic, the cubs were determined, with some even attempting to fight back. Unfortunately, their small size made their attacks ineffective.

Their teacher for the day, a giant bear from the Bing Jiang Tribe, stood nearby, calmly observing the chaos. The bear seemed to view the incident as an impromptu training session, making no move to intervene.

When the adults arrived, the bear grinned, revealing sharp teeth, and waved a paw in reassurance.

The cubs, tongues lolling in exhaustion, continued to flee.

Jian Mo and the others assessed the situation briefly before turning back to their earlier discussion.

Qing Kuo wiped the sweat from his brow. “See? Raising animals is a hassle. I don’t think it’s worth it just for a better flavor. Fresh meat is one thing, but beyond that? Too much trouble.”

Jian Mo nodded. “True, even just keeping them fed is a lot. Where I come from, raising animals is even more meticulous.”

The Meng Shui Tribe member perked up. “How so?”

Jian Mo considered. “Imagine dedicating an entire year to their care. Back home, we don’t eat wild game—we rely almost entirely on farmed animals. It’s more effort, but it’s necessary.”

The others couldn’t fathom such a system. “Why not eat wild game?”

Jian Mo explained, “Our population is massive. There isn’t enough wild game to feed everyone. Besides, wild animals don’t taste as good and often carry diseases. It’s safer to farm them. If you’re interested, I can share some of our techniques.”

The cubs’ class wasn’t ending anytime soon, and with nothing else to do, everyone urged Jian Mo to continue talking.

Jian Mo then explained neutering techniques, tail docking methods, and the infamous force-feeding technique, where a tube was inserted straight into an animal’s stomach for intensive feeding.

Force-feeding wasn’t necessary and was outright cruel, but neutering and tail docking seemed feasible for their purposes.

As a trained veterinarian, Jian Mo was highly familiar with these practices. He casually detailed them, while the shrill cries of the cubs outside echoed through the air. The more Jian Mo elaborated, the more the listeners felt a chill down their spines. Some instinctively squeezed their legs together.

Noticing this reaction, Jian Mo gave them a subtle, mischievous smile. If they ever shifted to their beast forms, he might even be tempted to put his skills into practice.

The cubs outside were still screeching. Apparently, they were no match for the Brown-Butt Beast, and their bear teacher had no intention of stepping in, leaving them to scatter in disarray.

Jian Mo, who had been dealing with the heightened sensitivity of his developmental phase, found the incessant noise grating. After finishing his lecture, he noticed everyone was still reeling from what he had shared and decided to step outside to speak with the bear teacher.

If the cubs kept screaming like this, they’d likely strain their voices.

The He’an Tribe had recently renovated many houses, leaving behind a network of alleyways. As soon as Jian Mo stepped out, he saw the little fox Bai Lu crouching on all fours, panting heavily as it clung to a wall for dear life.

The Brown-Butt Beast, ever the opportunist, had zeroed in on this vulnerable target. It stood at the base of the wall, glaring up at Bai Lu, who now resembled a gecko with trembling paws desperately gripping the surface.

Upon seeing Jian Mo, the little fox let out a breathless cry. “Brother Jian Mo—”

Hearing the shout, the Brown-Butt Beast turned its attention toward Jian Mo.

Perhaps it deemed Jian Mo an even easier target, as it immediately charged at him.

The group behind Jian Mo gasped in alarm. Trapped at the alley’s mouth, the beastmen had no space to shift into their beast forms. They scrambled to move forward, planning to block the beast’s attack in their human forms.

Before they could act, Jian Mo calmly raised his hand, his sharp claws sliding out like curved blades—long, gleaming, and deadly.

As the Brown-Butt Beast lunged, Jian Mo sidestepped smoothly and slashed downward. His claws raked across the beast’s face and neck, leaving a deep, bloody gash.

The beast howled in pain, readying another attack, but the beastmen behind Jian Mo subdued it before he had to strike again.

The entire encounter unfolded so quickly that Qing Kuo rushed forward in alarm to check on Jian Mo’s claws. “Are your claws okay?”

Jian Mo casually wiggled his fingers. “They’re fine—works like a charm.”

Qing Kuo breathed a sigh of relief. “You can extend your claws on command now? What about your tail?”

Jian Mo immediately turned to dodge Qing Kuo’s hand. “Hey, hey, don’t touch my butt! Even if my tail’s grown, you’re not getting a look!”