Transmigrated to the Beastman World as a Veterinarian – CH38

Hearing the commotion, Wu Jiong came out of the house. He saw Chirpy lying on the ground, its ears flattened against its head, looking thoroughly guilty. It was immediately clear that the winged beast had done something wrong.

“What happened?” Wu Jiong asked as he approached Jian Mo.

Jian Mo pointed to the Snow Pearl Fruits nestled in the soil. “The Snow Pearl Fruits have finally started growing, but Chirpy relieved itself on the grass covering them. Now I’m wondering if the fruits are still edible.”

Understanding the situation, Wu Jiong explained, “Chirpy really dislikes anything invading its territory. Maybe it didn’t like the new soil we laid down next to it.”

Jian Mo considered this and found it reasonable. “So that’s why it did that.”

“Possibly,” Wu Jiong said.

Jian Mo looked at the Snow Pearl Fruits, still unable to make peace with the idea of eating them. After a long moment of hesitation, he asked, “Should we just take them back? Chirpy just messed up, so we definitely can’t let it have them. Otherwise, it’ll think it can do this again.”

Chirpy, hearing this, lifted its gaze to Jian Mo, its expression indignant. Half of its eye whites showed in protest.

Wu Jiong gave Chirpy a light pat.

Jian Mo didn’t notice and muttered, “But I don’t feel like we can eat them either.”

Rather than dismissing the issue or suggesting Jian Mo get used to it, Wu Jiong offered another solution. “We just had a meeting, and it’s been decided that we’ll begin trading trips to other tribes tomorrow. How about I bring the Snow Pearl Fruits and exchange them for something else?”

Winter was a relatively idle time for most, and many tribes used the season to trade goods and share information, which was crucial for survival.

The He’an Tribe was no exception. While other tribes came to their settlement, they also sent their own to visit other tribes. This time, Wu Jiong would be leading the trade mission.

Jian Mo already knew about this plan and asked, “It’s confirmed then?”

Wu Jiong nodded. “The tribe has stockpiled plenty of glazed pottery and glassware. We should be able to trade for a lot.”

“Which tribes are you visiting?” Jian Mo inquired.

“We’ll start with the Ice River Tribe upstream, make a circuit, and return through the Yi Gu Tribe. The trip will take about five days.”

Hearing this itinerary, Jian Mo lost interest. He was familiar with all those tribes, and the prospect of braving the cold for a grueling, fast-paced journey wasn’t appealing. Even riding on Wu Jiong’s back wouldn’t make it much more comfortable.

Moreover, trade trips like these were highly structured, leaving little room for personal exploration or leisure. It would be nothing more than five days of hard travel.

“I’ll stay back,” Jian Mo decided. “I’ll take care of the Tou Tou Beasts and Chirpy.”

Wu Jiong wasn’t surprised. “Alright. We leave early tomorrow morning. If you get bored, spend time with Zhou Fu and the others during the day. If it’s cold at night, you can borrow a few cubs to warm your bed. I’ve already arranged it.”

Jian Mo burst out laughing. “That’s even possible?”

Wu Jiong nodded matter-of-factly. “The cubs are warm.”

Jian Mo couldn’t stop laughing. “Got it, thanks.”

Borrowing cubs to warm his bed sounded ridiculous. Jian Mo decided that if it got too cold at night, he’d just keep his windows closed and light an extra brazier or two. There was no way he was borrowing someone else’s cubs.

Unexpectedly, Wu Jiong hadn’t been gone half a day when a chubby little wolf showed up at noon. Jian Mo was sewing a pillow in the yard when it waddled in.

The little wolf was clearly a young beastman in their beast form, covered in soft, fine white fur that fluffed out adorably. It resembled a small Alaskan Malamute.

Despite being much larger than a Malamute, it carried a similarly endearing, clumsy demeanor.

Jian Mo studied the little wolf from his spot in the yard. “Are you Zhou Dao?”

The little wolf nodded, shuffled closer, and let out a soft “Awoo” before stammering, “Brother Jian Mo… Awoo.”

Jian Mo reached out and ruffled its furry head. “Oh, you can talk now?”

The little wolf nodded again, affectionately sniffing Jian Mo’s wrist with its nose before settling beside him.

“Why are you here by yourself? Not playing with the other kids?” Jian Mo asked.

The little wolf was so round that Jian Mo couldn’t help but steal extra glances at it. Even for a cub, it was unusually stocky.

Jian Mo was reminded of his time as an intern when a coworker had joked that some dogs weren’t just dogs—they were entire vehicles, capable of blocking traffic with their sheer size.

Now, he thought, there were definitely some wolves you could describe as vehicles.

The little wolf sat patiently at Jian Mo’s feet, watching him sew the pillow.

Jian Mo didn’t mind the cub’s presence as long as it wasn’t causing trouble.

After a while, the little wolf started nodding off, its head drooping lower and lower until it finally lay down on the ground and fell asleep in the sun.

Though it was sunny, the day was cold, and Jian Mo worried the wolf might catch a chill with its belly exposed to the ground. He picked it up, planning to let it nap indoors on a fur mat for extra warmth.

As soon as Jian Mo lifted the little wolf, he realized it wasn’t just chubby—it was solid, surprisingly heavy, with no trace of hollow fluff.

Holding the wolf also made its belly stick out adorably round.

Jian Mo chuckled and couldn’t resist patting the little wolf’s belly.

His amusement quickly turned to concern as he noticed the belly was unusually firm—not the soft firmness of baby fat, but a stiffness that felt odd to the touch.

Something wasn’t right.

Jian Mo’s expression grew serious as he looked down at the cub.

The little wolf was awake, its ears pressed flat against its head and eyes half-closed, avoiding Jian Mo’s gaze guiltily.

“Why did this little wolf come to find me alone?” Jian Mo wondered.

He gently rubbed the cub’s belly and softened his tone. “Does your tummy hurt?”

The little wolf hesitated for a moment before nodding.

“Is it a tummy ache because you haven’t pooped, or does it hurt from something else?” Jian Mo asked.

The little wolf mumbled, “Ate… too much.”

“What did you eat to make yourself so full?” Jian Mo continued.

“Meat…” the cub admitted after some hesitation.

Hearing it wasn’t something bizarre, Jian Mo sighed in relief. “Good cub, so you came to me for help, right?”

The little wolf nodded earnestly, baring its pink tongue in a relieved grin.

Seeing the wolf’s good spirits, Jian Mo sternly lectured it on not overeating, especially when it came to frozen meat from outside.

The little wolf listened obediently, nodding cheerfully.

The little wolf’s indigestion was likely caused by overeating, leaving its stomach sluggish. If left untreated, it might escalate to gastritis.

Jian Mo stood up and searched his shelves for Sour Fruits and a few dried herbs that aid digestion. He lit a fire and began brewing a medicinal soup to help with digestion.

Soon, the sour aroma filled the air.

The little wolf lay on a cushion, wagging its tail contentedly, clearly in a good mood.

The soup was ready in no time. Jian Mo poured a bowl, added a small piece of honey block for flavor, and handed it to the wolf. “Let it cool a bit before drinking.”

The little wolf wagged its tail again. “Thank you, Brother Jian Mo.”

Unable to resist, Jian Mo gave the fluffy little head a pat. “You’re welcome.”

Straightening up, Jian Mo planned to return to sewing his pillow. But as soon as he stood, the change in perspective revealed a row of little heads peeking in through the window—tribal children, all lined up.

Well, well!

Jian Mo stared at the kids. So this was a group effort.

Caught in the act, the children stood up and chorused, “Brother Jian Mo!”

Jian Mo glanced at the kids, then back at the little wolf drinking its soup. Pointing to the one in front, he asked, “Jiang Xing, did you send Zhou Dao over to me?”

Jiang Xing wrinkled his nose and muttered, “He ate too much meat last night. I was worried he’d get sick.”

Jian Mo didn’t want to press the little wolf for answers, lest he scare it. But facing Jiang Xing, an older child, he didn’t hold back. “Where did you get the meat?”

Jiang Xing immediately avoided Jian Mo’s gaze. “Uh, well…”

He fumbled for so long that Jian Mo turned to another child. “He Feng, you tell me.”

He Feng stammered, “I… uh…”

Jian Mo’s face darkened. “Not talking, huh?”

Jiang Xing glanced nervously at the little wolf. “It… floated down the river.”

“Floated down the river?!” Jian Mo gasped. “You ate meat that floated down the river? Raw meat?!”

Jiang Xing defended, “We smelled it; it was fine.”

He Feng added, “It was frozen solid. We had to break through the ice to get it. We all ate it. Zhou Dao just ate too much.”

Jian Mo looked at the other kids. Behind Jiang Xing, they all nodded in unison.

So, you’re all quite pleased with yourselves, huh?

Jian Mo rubbed his forehead. “First of all, let me praise you for bringing your sick friend to me.”

The kids’ eyes lit up as they gazed at Jian Mo expectantly.

Unable to hold back, Jian Mo flicked Jiang Xing on the forehead. “Now for the criticism—do you realize how dangerous it is to eat random things? What if it made you seriously ill?”

He Feng protested, “We smelled it and tasted it first. It seemed perfectly fine.”

Jian Mo gave He Feng a flick on the forehead too. “Fine, my foot! Zhou Dao is sick, isn’t he? And as for the rest of you, get in here and drink some medicine.”

Jian Mo dug out the remaining digestive herbs and brewed a big pot of soup.

This time, he didn’t add any honey and served each child a full bowl, ensuring they drank every last drop.

One by one, the children’s faces scrunched up like little old men from the sour taste.

Jian Mo checked them all over thoroughly. Whether it was because the meat wasn’t contaminated or because the kids were resilient, none of them showed any signs of illness except for the little wolf, who exhibited mild symptoms of gastritis.

Still concerned for their health, Jian Mo visited each child’s home to talk to their parents.

He didn’t mention the dead meat incident—earning the children’s trust was important, and ratting them out might deter them from seeking his help in the future. Instead, he claimed that the cold nights were bothering him and asked to borrow the cubs to keep him warm.

This way, he could keep an eye on them.

The parents readily agreed, even enthusiastically encouraging their kids to stay with Jian Mo until Wu Jiong returned.

Looking at these carefree parents, Jian Mo couldn’t help but remind them, “Even in winter, you should keep a closer eye on the kids.”

The parents didn’t catch the hint, brushing off his concerns. A few even reassured him that with the tribe’s patrols in place, no wild beasts would dare enter the settlement.

Jian Mo could only sigh in exasperation.

He decided to wait until Wu Jiong returned to address the matter. Wu Jiong could have a word with the parents.

After observing the children for two days and ensuring they were fine, Jian Mo sent them home, keeping only the little wolf behind. It still needed a couple more days of medicine to recover.

When Wu Jiong finally returned, the first thing he saw was a small white wolf trotting after Jian Mo, tail wagging happily. His gaze darkened slightly.

Jian Mo noticed Wu Jiong’s line of sight and glanced back at the little wolf. He explained, “The little guy’s had some indigestion, so I’ve let him stay here for two days. He’s been helping keep me warm at night.”

Wu Jiong bent down and scooped up the white wolf. “Zhou Dao from Chen Yi’s family.”

Jian Mo nodded. “Yep, that’s him.”

The little wolf curled up in Wu Jiong’s arms, motionless, clearly intimidated.

Jian Mo gently pinched the wolf’s paw, prompting it. The little wolf hesitated before softly greeting Wu Jiong, “Chief…”

Its voice was as faint as a mosquito’s hum.

Jian Mo had initially planned to complain about the incident, but seeing the little wolf so nervous, he decided against it. He’d bring it up privately later.

The little ones seemed to fear Wu Jiong, and Jian Mo didn’t want to risk traumatizing the cub by scolding it in front of him.