Transmigrated to the Beastman World as a Veterinarian – CH34

For a doctor, anesthetics were incredibly important.

Jian Mo had been thinking about this nonstop and woke up early the next day.

As he stirred, the giant wolf resting beside him gently placed a paw over him. “It’s not dawn yet.”

Jian Mo turned to look out the window.

The bark-covered windows had been replaced with glass, allowing a clear view of the outside. The sky was still gray and overcast—it truly wasn’t dawn yet.

Fidgeting in the blankets, Jian Mo muttered, “I can’t fall back asleep.”

The wolf said, “Stay a bit longer.”

Jian Mo struggled to lift the large paw off him. “No, I’ll get up and make some dumplings. We can invite Ye Luo over for breakfast.”

There was still some starch made from hairy roots left in the house—not much, but enough to roll out dumpling skins and make a few dumplings.

The wolf moved its paw aside. “See if we can gather more of the moss Ye Luo mentioned later.”

“That’s what I was thinking,” Jian Mo replied. “It’s freezing cold, so it’s kind of him to join us for the trip.”

The wolf shifted slightly. “Mm.”

Jian Mo got up, and the wolf followed suit, transforming back into human form, dressing, and heading out to feed the draught beasts and Chirpy.

Meanwhile, Jian Mo stayed indoors to prepare the dumpling skins.

Food options were limited in the winter. He cut a chunk of beast meat, paired it with two wooden-root plants, peeled them, and diced them finely. He mixed the diced ingredients with pickled vegetables and spices to create the filling.

With scarce resources, he couldn’t create anything fancy, but it would be enough to satisfy their hunger.

By the time the sun was up, Ye Luo arrived. “You even had the chief invite me over for breakfast? That’s too kind.”

Jian Mo looked up and smiled. “It’s freezing, and cooking breakfast can be a hassle. I thought we might as well eat together.”

Ye Luo sniffed the air. “What are you making? It smells amazing.”

“Dumplings!” Jian Mo replied.

Curious, Ye Luo peered inside. “What new dish is that?”

“Come in and try for yourself,” Jian Mo said, inviting him in.

The three of them sat at the small wooden table.

Jian Mo brought out a large ceramic bowl filled with dumplings and a plate of roasted meat, placing them on the table. “Eat up while it’s hot.”

The dumplings, made with starch skins, had a translucent appearance, revealing the filling inside.

Ye Luo picked one up and took a bite. The chewy skin and the flavorful combination of diced meat, wooden root, and pickled vegetables created a rich and savory taste. The pickled vegetables added a fermented tang, enhancing the overall flavor.

Ye Luo praised, “As expected from you, Jian Mo. Everything you make is delicious.”

Jian Mo smiled mysteriously. “Try the soup next.”

Ye Luo took a sip from his bowl, immediately captivated by the rich flavor. “What’s in this soup? Pan-fried bird eggs?”

Jian Mo nodded. He had whisked bird eggs, cooked them on a stone slab, cut them into thin strips, and added them to the broth. The result was a creamy and flavorful dumpling soup. “There’s more to it than just fried eggs,” he said.

Ye Luo laughed. “Then I can’t figure it out.”

Jian Mo turned to Wu Jiong. “What about you? Can you tell?”

“Pepper Stamen,” Wu Jiong replied.

Ye Luo was skeptical. “Pepper Stamen? Isn’t that spicy?”

Jian Mo gestured with his hand. “I only used a tiny bit. It’s not enough to make it spicy but just enough to remove any gamey flavor and make the soup taste richer.”

At that, Ye Luo took another sip of the soup, savoring it carefully. “You’re right.”

After a satisfying breakfast, they cleaned up and prepared to set off.

The road ahead was long, and the snow-covered terrain was difficult to traverse.

Jian Mo suggested to Ye Luo, “Let’s take Chirpy.”

Ye Luo glanced at Wu Jiong. “Can Chirpy carry all three of us?”

As they walked toward the back of the house, Chirpy, hearing their voices, approached eagerly. Before Jian Mo could answer, the winged beast stretched its neck and chirped loudly: “Chirp!”

This time, Ye Luo didn’t need a translation—he understood that Chirpy was affirming it could handle the load.

Smiling, Ye Luo gently patted Chirpy’s wing. “Got it.”

Jian Mo added, “Chirpy’s strong. It can carry Wu Jiong and me plus two large baskets of hairy roots with ease. You don’t weigh as much as two baskets of hairy roots, do you?”

The three of them prepared to leave. Chirpy, realizing it was time for an outing, stretched its neck and let Wu Jiong put on its harness.

Once harnessed, Chirpy crouched to let the three of them climb on its back. Under Wu Jiong’s command, it took off toward the east.

Before they reached their destination, Jian Mo spotted a mountain in the distance, its peak shrouded in dark clouds.

Lightning flashed through the clouds, striking the mountain’s summit like a whip.

Jian Mo didn’t need Wu Jiong to explain—he knew this was Leigong Mountain.

Or perhaps it should be Thunder Mountain, he thought, silently correcting his earlier translation of the beastman term.

Having been struck by lightning before, Chirpy still harbored some fear of it.

When Wu Jiong guided the reins toward the mountain, Chirpy hesitated and turned its head back with a nervous chirp: “Chirr..?”

Wu Jiong patted its right wing. “Fly lower. It’ll be fine.”

Despite its reluctance, Chirpy obediently descended and continued flying.

As they approached the forested slopes, Chirpy refused to go any farther, spooked by the lightning ahead.

Wu Jiong didn’t force it. He had Chirpy land, removed its reins, and let it roam freely.

The three of them then began climbing the mountain on foot.

Leigong Mountain’s temperature was noticeably higher than the surrounding area. There was no snow, the grass was still green, and some trees even had fresh leaves.

As Jian Mo climbed, he spotted several edible wild vegetables and eagerly added them to their baskets.

Jian Mo had recently been concerned about insufficient vitamin and fiber intake, and now, he could finally address the issue.

As the three climbed the mountain, Jian Mo soon spotted a waterfall.

Ye Luo explained, “It rains here often, so the mountain’s gorge always has water, making it ideal for moss to grow in abundance.”

Jian Mo turned to observe the moss growing on the trees and nodded in understanding.

A little further along, the sound of water crashing into a pool became audible, a deep rumbling roar.

Ye Luo pointed ahead. “That’s Leigong Pond.”

Jian Mo asked cautiously, “The water doesn’t shock you, right?”

Ye Luo laughed. “How will it do that? It’s just the biggest pond on Leigong Mountain, so we named it Leigong Pond. But this area does get frequent thunderstorms, which is why people generally avoid coming here.”

Ye Luo, seemingly familiar with every corner of the region, led the way confidently and soon reached the stones surrounding Leigong Pond.

The pond, expansive in size, was filled with rocks of varying shapes and sizes. Due to the moisture and warmth, the rocks were covered in vegetation.

At a glance, Jian Mo identified at least seventeen or eighteen different plant species.

Ye Luo searched the rocks for a moment before scraping up a small patch of moss. “The anesthetic from the Mengshui Tribe is probably made from this moss.”

Jian Mo leaned closer to inspect it. The moss, about the size of a palm, resembled pine needles but lacked the waxy coating, appearing instead as a soft, velvety texture.

He pinched a strand of the moss, crushed it, and brought it to his nose. Sure enough, it emitted a bittersweet aroma similar to the anesthetic provided by the Mengshui Tribe.

Ye Luo added, “I once observed fish flipping belly-up after eating this moss. I thought it was toxic and never dared to collect it. When I smelled the anesthetic yesterday, it clicked.”

Jian Mo was impressed. “You’re amazing—sharp observations, excellent memory, and quick thinking.”

Ye Luo smiled modestly. “I like figuring things out when I have free time.”

There was plenty of this moss growing on the pond’s rocks.

The three carefully scraped it up, roots and all, and placed it in their baskets. Before long, each of them had half a basket full.

Not entirely certain if this moss was identical to the Mengshui Tribe’s anesthetic or how effective it would be, Jian Mo decided to stop for now. “That’s enough for today. We can come back for more when we need it.”

Ye Luo suggested, “If we’re not in a rush, why don’t we catch some fish before heading back? There’s a type of semi-transparent fish in this pond—fat, not fishy, and perfect for frying. It’s great with wild root dishes.”

The mention of delicious food was enough to win Jian Mo over instantly. He agreed without hesitation.

The pond was deep, making it difficult to catch fish barehanded.

But this posed no problem for Wu Jiong, a beastman, and Ye Luo, a sub-beastman with retractable sharp claws.

Ye Luo, being a clouded leopard-type sub-beastman, had exceptional reflexes. Catching fish seemed almost effortless for him.

Watching Ye Luo snag fish after fish with his claws, rarely missing, Jian Mo began to understand why Ye Luo often ventured into the wilderness alone.

With his combat skills, even as a sub-beastman, the forest likely posed little danger to him.

Leigong Mountain was full of treasures, and they ended up staying the entire day. By the time they left in the evening, their baskets were brimming.

Ye Luo didn’t take any moss for himself, only dividing up the fish and wild vegetables.

Grateful for his help, Jian Mo insisted on bringing him back to Wu Jiong’s house for dinner.

The fried fish turned out to be as delicious as promised—tender and flavorful. It was excellent on its own, but when dipped in pepper stamen salt powder, the taste was truly unbeatable.

After dinner, Jian Mo discussed the moss experiment with Wu Jiong. “I’m not sure if the moss we gathered is toxic or if it might harm the body. I’d like to test it on one of the draught beast calves.”

Their draught beasts had recently given birth to six calves—two males and four females—all of which were weaned. Jian Mo figured using them for animal experiments wouldn’t pose too many issues.

Since they were animals, the results should have some relevance.

Wu Jiong asked, “What do you need me to do?”

Jian Mo thought for a moment. “Just help me observe. There might be details I miss. After we feed the moss to the Tou Tou beasts, we can compare notes on what we observe.”

Wu Jiong nodded in agreement.

Jian Mo selected one male and one female Tou Tou beast, shaved a small patch of fur on their foreheads for identification, and under identical feeding conditions, gave them moss to eat.

The moss collected with Ye Luo’s help indeed functioned as an anesthetic.

After eating the fresh moss, both calves fell asleep for about a day and a night.

After allowing them two days to recover, Jian Mo fed them dried moss next. He used two types: the dried moss provided by the Mengshui Tribe and the moss they had dried themselves.

From his observations, Jian Mo found that dried moss was more effective than fresh moss. Furthermore, there wasn’t much difference between the moss they gathered and the moss from the Mengshui Tribe.

However, the taste of the two dried mosses differed slightly. Jian Mo speculated that the Mengshui Tribe might have soaked their moss in another liquid during processing.

Perhaps they had done this intentionally to prevent others from identifying the moss species, unaware that they’d encounter someone as sharp-eyed and experienced as Ye Luo.

Reflecting on this, Jian Mo couldn’t help but marvel at how certain opportunities seemed impossible to guard against.

He repeated the experiment several times, and each time, the two Tou Tou beast calves woke up on schedule.

Monitoring their growth, Jian Mo saw no significant differences compared to the other calves in the litter.

Since the moss didn’t seem to harm young beasts, it appeared relatively safe, provided it wasn’t used excessively.

Once he was confident in its safety, Jian Mo spread the word among the tribe: anyone with severe wounds could come to him for treatment.

Now that he had an anesthetic, it would make procedures much easier.

Even cases like young beastman Tai Yan, who had a massive abscess on his back, could be treated surgically.

Since he was still in the experimental phase, Jian Mo offered to charge less for treatments.

Unexpectedly, on the very first day the news spread, an elder beastman, Jiang Tou, arrived, dragging along Hong Qiu, who had previously received a scraping treatment from Jian Mo. Jiang Tou had a request.

“I’d like you to fix my teeth.”

Jian Mo was surprised. “Fix your teeth?”

Jiang Tou explained, “Yes, I’ve had a toothache for years. It comes and goes, but when it flares up, I can’t even chew on this side of my mouth.”

Hong Qiu added, “Jiang Tou’s been wanting to see you for a while but was too scared because pulling teeth is supposed to hurt a lot. Now that you’ve got an anesthetic, it won’t hurt anymore, right?”

Jiang Tou looked at Jian Mo hopefully. “Will it hurt?”

This was the first time Jian Mo had encountered a beastman directly requesting a tooth extraction. Cautiously, he replied, “Let me examine you first.”

Jiang Tou asked, “Should I shift into my beast form for the exam?”

Without hesitation, he turned around and transformed into his beast form—a massive lion with gray fur and a thick mane.

Lying down, Jiang Tou opened his mouth and spoke indistinctly, “It’s this cursed tooth. It’s been tormenting me for over ten years. Look what it’s done to my face—one side’s big, and the other’s small!”

Jian Mo carefully observed the enormous lion. Indeed, the muscles on one side of his face were particularly developed, while the other side appeared slightly atrophied, creating an uneven appearance.

When he examined Jiang Tou’s mouth, Jian Mo immediately spotted the decayed tooth and several other inflamed areas in the oral cavity.

This condition…

It looked suspiciously like stomatitis.

Without a laboratory, though, Jian Mo couldn’t confirm it.

It could be related to diet or a virus, but regardless of the cause, the decayed tooth had to go.

After completing the examination, Jian Mo asked, “Do you eat mostly meat and not much in the way of roots, vegetables, or berries?”

Jiang Tou rumbled, “I live alone. Every time I get meat, I can’t even finish it.”

Jian Mo looked down at him and sighed lightly. “Even if you can’t finish the meat, you need to eat other foods. Otherwise, it’ll affect your health. Wait here—I’ll rinse out your mouth with saline to get a closer look at the problem areas.”

As Jian Mo turned to fetch the saline, Wu Jiong was already handing it to him.

Wu Jiong regularly assisted Jian Mo during treatments to ensure everything went smoothly.

Jian Mo smiled at him in thanks before taking the weak saline solution, packaged in an animal bladder packaging, and carefully rinsing the lion’s mouth.

Jiang Tou’s teeth were in various stages of damage. The worst was entirely hollow, explaining the constant pain whenever he chewed.

Such severe damage meant that any food getting stuck in the cavity would inevitably lead to inflammation.

After rinsing, Jian Mo tapped gently on the lion’s teeth with a small wooden stick. “You definitely need to remove this. This tooth and this one both have to go.”

The lion had no objections. Tongue lolling, he asked, “Do it now?”

Jian Mo replied, “I’ll give you some anesthetic first. Once you’re asleep, we’ll proceed.”

Taking the powdered anesthetic, Jian Mo estimated the lion’s weight and mixed the correct dose into a cup of water.

Without hesitation, the lion slurped up the water with his tongue.

Within moments, he was fast asleep, his tongue slipping out of his mouth.

Watching from the side, Hong Qiu rubbed his arms. “That was quick!”

Jian Mo nodded. “Let’s test how deeply he’s under.”

He lightly poked the lion, then gradually increased the pressure. The lion showed no signs of waking.

Once confident that Jiang Tou was in a deep sleep and wouldn’t wake up mid-procedure, Jian Mo asked Hong Qiu to wait outside. “We’re going to start the extraction. Please wait outside.”

Hong Qiu obliged, leaving Jian Mo to don a sterilized mask and fur gloves. Gripping the wooden forceps, he prepared to extract the lion’s decayed teeth.

Tooth extraction was exhausting work. Even though Jian Mo followed the natural growth direction of the tooth, he struggled for quite some time without success, beads of sweat forming on his forehead.

Seeing this, Wu Jiong stepped in. “Let me try.”

Jian Mo caught his breath and advised, “Put on gloves and a mask first for safety.”

Wu Jiong nodded, donned the gloves and mask, and took the wooden forceps from Jian Mo.

The tool that had been unwieldy in Jian Mo’s hands seemed almost tamed in Wu Jiong’s.

With a few swift motions, Wu Jiong successfully extracted the decayed tooth.

Jian Mo examined the rotten tooth closely.

The part embedded in the gum was at least three centimeters long, though half of the root had decayed, emitting a foul, putrid smell.

Without anesthetics, the procedure would have been excruciating.

The thought of performing such an extraction without them made Jian Mo shudder.

He had Wu Jiong remove the other heavily decayed tooth as well and then rinsed the area thoroughly.

With the problematic teeth gone, the pain should subside. As for healing, that would rely on the beastman’s naturally robust constitution.

Jian Mo didn’t have any specialized medicine on hand, so further treatment options were limited.

True to their resilient nature, Jiang Tou, the beastman, woke up much sooner than the draught beasts had during their tests. By mid-afternoon, he was awake.

After coming to, Jiang Tou licked the empty spaces in his mouth. “It doesn’t hurt anymore.”

Jian Mo quickly stopped him. “Don’t lick it! Avoid using the extracted areas for the next couple of days. Once it heals a bit, it’ll feel better.”

Jiang Tou nodded. “Thank you, Doctor Jian Mo.”

Jian Mo picked up a basket from nearby and handed it to him. “Eat less meat for the next few days and finish this basket of wild vegetables. They’ll do your body good.”

The basket was filled with various kinds of wild greens, most of which had anti-inflammatory and detoxifying properties, as well as a healthy dose of vitamins.

Jiang Tou glanced inside and his face fell. “They’re all bitter!”

Jian Mo looked at the elderly lion and nodded. “They’re good for treating your condition. Once you’ve eaten them, your toothache might get better faster.”

Jiang Tou grumbled, “What if it doesn’t?”

Jian Mo smiled slightly. “Then come back, and I’ll give you two more baskets of wild vegetables.”

Jiang Tou, staring at the young and handsome Jian Mo, suddenly shivered. A faint sense of foreboding crept into his heart.

It seemed he’d better obediently eat his vegetables—otherwise, who knew what might happen.