Transmigrated to the Beastman World as a Veterinarian – CH70

The more Jian Mo examined the lump, the more convinced he became that it was indeed a cement mixture.

Using readily available materials, he and the others gathered lime, clay, and mine slag, ground them into powder, and carefully mixed them. They tested the mixture by applying it to some worn areas outside the mine and sticking stones together. They also built a short wall outside Jian Mo’s house to observe the results.

After the wall was finished, Jian Mo gently touched the stones and said, “Now we just wait for it to dry and see how it compares to the lime mortar we’ve been using.”

Not being a construction expert, Jian Mo couldn’t easily distinguish between different building materials.

Previously, they had been using lime mortar, but over time, it tended to crumble. The wall behind his house, for example, had been partially damaged by Chirpy rubbing against it to scratch an itch, leaving a noticeable patch of missing mortar.

Qing Kuo remarked, “If this works, we can build a new house for Ah Hu and the others.”

Ah Hu’s house had collapsed last winter, and they were currently living in one of the tribe’s older homes.

Once conditions allowed, they would definitely need to build a new house.

Jian Mo nodded. “We’ll also need to build a new kitchen.”

Qing Kuo agreed. “Let’s wait for the cement to dry and see how it turns out. If it’s good, we’ll make another batch of lime.”

Jian Mo smiled enthusiastically. “Great! Let’s make a lot, so we can trade some with the tribe later.”

In the He’an Tribe, materials were not freely taken by members. Beyond the portion distributed to everyone, any extra materials needed to be bartered for.

For internal trades, the tribe only charged at-cost rates, which made the system highly favorable for tribe members. Most people preferred trading within their tribe because of this.

Jian Mo appreciated this system. It provided for the tribe’s members while discouraging laziness and maintaining fairness. It also helped streamline the tribe’s internal management.

Even though building a kitchen would require a significant amount of materials, Jian Mo had no objections to the arrangement.

After the cement wall was completed, Qing Kuo packed up the tools into a bucket and said, “Let’s head back to the tribe. We can come check in a few days. Are you two heading out for that solo trip today?”

Jian Mo replied, “Yes, we’re going to gather a special wild vegetable.”

Qing Kuo glanced at Wu Jiong. “Is it the cliff-grown threadleaf vegetable?”

Wu Jiong nodded. “Jian Mo hasn’t tried it yet, so I’m taking him to taste it.”

Qing Kuo chuckled. “That sounds nice. A solo outing will be good for you.”

Jian Mo nodded firmly. “Indeed.”

The makeshift cement, mixed with clay and mine slag, proved promising. It solidified quickly, and by the next morning, when Jian Mo and Wu Jiong went to check, it had nearly hardened completely.

Jian Mo tested the wall with his fingers, finding it much harder than the lime mortar.

While dried lime mortar could still crumble slightly under pressure, the cement mixture barely budged. Picking at it with fingernails proved futile—it was significantly sturdier.

“It seems solid enough,” Jian Mo said, though Wu Jiong, after touching it, remarked, “It’s not completely cured yet. We need to give it another two days.”

Jian Mo nodded thoughtfully. “You’re right. Let’s divide it into two sections: one we’ll sprinkle with water, and the other we’ll leave dry.”

“Why sprinkle water?” Wu Jiong asked.

Jian Mo scratched his head. “I’ve seen people sprinkle water on curing cement before. Let’s compare and see if there’s any difference.”

Qing Kuo chimed in, “Might as well. We’re not using this batch for anything important.”

Jian Mo agreed. “Exactly. Alright, I’ll sprinkle water on this section.”

They divided the cement creations into two groups and followed through with the plan.

A few days later, they noticed that the watered section hardened more and had fewer cracks than the dry section.

It seemed sprinkling water was indeed beneficial.

By this point, Jian Mo was confident they had successfully made cement.

Encouraged, he led the tribe in experimenting with several more batches of cement. They discovered that combinations of lime powder with mine slag, clay, or even pottery dust—any material that had been fired—could produce similar cement-like results.

The optimal ratio seemed to be 70% fired material to 30% lime powder, with both ground as finely as possible.

They worked their stone mills and grinders to the point of sparking from overuse.

After several rounds of testing, Jian Mo’s hands were dry and peeling, and he was utterly exhausted. “Making this stuff is seriously tiring.”

Wu Jiong patted him gently on the back. “We offered to help, but you wouldn’t let us.”

Jian Mo sighed. “I can’t leave everything to you. Thankfully, we’ve finally figured out how to make cement, so now we can build the kitchen.”

Wu Jiong nodded. “Let’s start tomorrow.”

Their house was spacious and detached, making expansion straightforward.

After some discussion, they decided to extend the house by building the kitchen on the left side.

Since they were already expanding, Jian Mo decided to make the kitchen as long as the house, but only half as wide.

They measured out the dimensions on the ground and marked the four corners with wooden stakes. Then they tied string around the stakes to outline the kitchen’s perimeter.

With the area marked out, the shape of the kitchen became clear.

The next steps were to clear away debris and dig the foundation.

When the tribe learned they were building a kitchen, many came to lend a hand.

However, spring meant most people were busy hunting or gathering during the day, so they could only help in the mornings or evenings.

Jian Mo and Wu Jiong were in the same situation, working on the kitchen site only in their spare time.

Progress was slow but steady, and Jian Mo didn’t mind the pace.

One day, as Jian Mo returned from a gathering trip with the main group, Ah Hu rushed over to them.

“Jian Mo! Someone from the Dian Xin Tribe broke their leg. They just arrived and are at the small clinic. Please come take a look!”

Jian Mo immediately handed his basket to another member. “How serious is the injury?”

Ah Hu’s face was grave. “The bone is exposed.”

Jian Mo’s expression turned serious. “That will require surgery. I’ll head home to get my tools.”

The small clinic was usually unattended, so most of Jian Mo’s surgical instruments and medications were kept at his house.

For an exposed fracture, anesthetics and surgical knives would be essential.

“I’ll carry you!” Ah Hu offered, transforming into his beast form—a large, long-haired orange cat—and crouching down for Jian Mo to climb on.

“Thank you,” Jian Mo said as he climbed onto Ah Hu’s back.

Like the wind, the big orange cat raced to Jian Mo’s house.

Once there, Jian Mo quickly gathered the necessary tools and medicines before Ah Hu carried him to the small clinic.

When the people from the Dian Xin Tribe saw Jian Mo arrive, they visibly relaxed, voices rising in relief: “Doctor Jian Mo!”

Jian Mo nodded calmly. “Let me see the patient.”

The crowd cleared a space for Jian Mo to examine the patient. On the clinic bed lay a tall beastman, his complexion ashen and yellowish. Beads of sweat constantly seeped from his forehead, and his dry, cracked lips were peeling.

The most severe injury was his lower leg, which was visibly deformed. A broken leg bone protruded through the flesh, surrounded by blood, muscle, and dried tissue fluid.

The leader of the Dian Xin Tribe delegation asked anxiously, “Doctor Jian Mo, how is Sha Gu’s condition?”

Jian Mo replied, “The leg can probably be saved, but it may not return to its original state. He might end up with a limp. Of course, that’s assuming everything goes well. If there are complications, I can’t make any promises.”

Sha Gu’s expression turned from anxious to despairing.

Jian Mo deliberately emphasized the severity of the situation to manage expectations. If the treatment didn’t yield perfect results, the patient wouldn’t experience too much psychological distress. “Do you want to proceed with the treatment?”

The leader, likely the person in charge, responded immediately, “Yes! Doctor Jian Mo, what do you need us to do?”

“For now, there’s nothing you need to do. Please wait outside and ask someone from our tribe to watch the clinic. If Wu Jiong or Qing Kuo returns, send them here. Just don’t come in directly—call for me from outside.”

Jian Mo wasn’t particularly skilled at performing surgery on humanoid beastmen. However, with Sha Gu’s leg already in this state, forcing him to shift into beast form would cause secondary injuries, so he had no choice but to proceed.

When Jian Mo first arrived in this world, his modern medical training helped him achieve decent results despite his lack of hands-on experience. Even if his techniques weren’t perfect, they were far superior to the local witch doctors.

Now, after gaining more experience, he felt much more confident in his abilities.

Administering anesthesia, disinfecting, cleaning the wound, performing surgery, and securing the bones in place… Jian Mo worked tirelessly from dawn until nearly dusk.

Thankfully, it was spring, and the days were longer; otherwise, he would’ve needed to ask someone to bring lamps.

As he focused on the procedure, he didn’t notice the subtle changes in his pupils that allowed him to see clearly without being affected by dim light. He attributed the smooth operation to the long daylight hours and his good state of mind.

After the surgery, Jian Mo gave the Dian Xin Tribe members detailed instructions on how to care for Sha Gu and emphasized the importance of seeking him out if anything seemed wrong.

The tribe members, relieved to see Sha Gu looking less pale and his leg securely immobilized, agreed gratefully.

Exhausted, Jian Mo returned home, ate a few bites of roasted meat prepared by Wu Jiong, bathed, and went straight to bed.

Wu Jiong, letting him rest, took care of the Tou Tou Beasts and Chirpy, watered the plants, cleaned the house, and then bathed before climbing into bed to hold Jian Mo as he slept.

The Dian Xin Tribe left two people in the He’an Tribe to care for Sha Gu.

Jian Mo checked on him every morning and evening. By the second day, the wound had already scabbed over, and by the third, the skin had almost completely healed. Once again, Jian Mo was astonished by the remarkable regenerative abilities of beastmen and sub-beastmen.

He often thought that the only reason he could establish himself as a proper doctor here was due to the incredible resilience of their bodies, which outperformed any medicine.

Sha Gu looked at Jian Mo hopefully. “Doctor Jian Mo, I feel like I’m recovering well. Will I eventually be able to return to normal?”

As Jian Mo changed his dressings, he replied, “It’s hard to say. It depends on how well your leg heals. For now, eat plenty of meat, rest, and avoid moving around. Stay in bed for now, and we’ll reassess later. Does your tribe have someone to care for you?”

Sha Gu nodded. “Our chief and the others will take care of me.”

Relieved, Jian Mo encouraged him, “Good. Rest well. If you’re lucky, you might still become a great hunter again someday. Just don’t overdo it.”

He thought of Ran Wu’s father, Sui Ai, whose foreleg had been partially amputated. Thanks to the He’an Tribe’s help, Sui Ai could still go hunting with no issues.

Sha Gu nodded gratefully. “Thank you so much.”

Sha Gu stayed in the He’an Tribe for six days to recover. For such a severe injury, healing this much in just six days was remarkable.

After a thorough check-up, Jian Mo told him, “You can return to your tribe now to continue resting. Come back in ten days for a follow-up. If the wound changes significantly before then—like becoming red, swollen, or infected—come back immediately.”

Sha Gu agreed quickly. “Thank you, Doctor Jian Mo.”

When Sha Gu was ready to leave, the Dian Xin Tribe’s chief asked Jian Mo what payment he required.

After thinking for a moment, Jian Mo said, “If it’s convenient for you, could you bring us some stones for building? About enough for half a house.”

The chief readily agreed. “We’ll bring them tomorrow.”

“Thank you for the trouble,” Jian Mo said.

After exchanging pleasantries, the Dian Xin Tribe members carried Sha Gu back to their tribe.

Watching their weasel-like beast forms, Jian Mo felt quite pleased. The hind legs were crucial for mustelid animals like them, and saving Sha Gu’s leg was a big win.

The Dian Xin Tribe, which bordered the He’an Tribe, had higher terrain and an abundance of stones. Jian Mo expected them to deliver a good amount but was stunned by the sheer volume.

Practically the entire tribe of beastmen had mobilized to carry stones to the He’an Tribe, piling them in the backyard until they resembled a small mountain.

Jian Mo was overwhelmed by their sincerity. “This… this is way too much!”

The Dian Xin Tribe’s chief smiled. “We’d been gathering stones to build houses anyway, so we already had a lot on hand.”

“You should keep some for your own houses!” Jian Mo protested.

The chief responded seriously, “Saving Sha Gu’s leg is like saving his entire life. Now he and his family can live normally again. This was absolutely worth it. Please don’t refuse our gratitude.”

Jian Mo relented, though he insisted, “We won’t be able to use all of this.”

Since the stones were heavy, it wasn’t practical to return them. Instead, Jian Mo gifted the tribe several pieces of glass as a token of thanks. “This is one of our tribe’s specialties. Take them and use them well.”

The Dian Xin Tribe members were thrilled. They had seen the He’an Tribe’s glass before and were particularly fond of the colorful, translucent pieces. “Can we trade for more?”

“These were bartered from the tribe,” Jian Mo replied. “I don’t have many left. You’ll need to negotiate with Wu Jiong.”

They eagerly agreed. “Understood! We’ll discuss it with him.”

The kitchen project required a significant amount of stone, but thanks to the Dian Xin Tribe, the problem was solved in one stroke.

The He’an Tribe had already burned two batches of lime. Jian Mo and Wu Jiong traded for some, along with other powdered materials, to mix into their cement.

With everything ready, they wasted no time. They invited tribe members to help with construction for a full day.

Their good standing in the tribe, combined with everyone’s curiosity about the new kitchen, drew a huge turnout—half the tribe came to help.

Originally, Jian Mo and Wu Jiong planned to complete just the kitchen’s framework, but with so many hands, they finished not only the framework but also the stove, stone flooring, and other interior elements in a single day.

By the time the kitchen was finished, there was still daylight left.

The group decided to go the extra mile, remodeling their living room.

Since they now had a dedicated kitchen, the central firepit was unnecessary. They removed it and, at Jian Mo’s request, built a fireplace instead.

The fireplace would serve as a heat source and dehumidifier during the cold, damp winters.

The living room also underwent a makeover. The stone floor was relaid, and the original shelves were moved to the kitchen, while the dining table was shifted into their room.

Wu Jiong’s newly crafted long table was brought in to serve as their dining table.

Once everything was arranged, their house became impeccably tidy—stone floors, stone walls, bright windows, wooden furniture, and wide staircases.

Jian Mo was amazed. He never thought it would be possible to build such a house in this world.

He laid a tablecloth on the table, placed a vase on it, and filled the vase with fresh plants. The room instantly transformed.

It felt like he had returned to a civilized society.

Leaning lazily against Wu Jiong, Jian Mo draped his full weight on his shoulder and said, “Thank you for putting up with all my fuss.”

Wu Jiong embraced him in return. “It’s me who should thank you for bringing all of this.”

Jian Mo rubbed his chin against Wu Jiong’s shoulder playfully. “Then let’s thank each other. Right now, I feel completely fulfilled—both materially and spiritually.”

Wu Jiong smiled knowingly. “So do I.”

They hugged for a while. Breathing in the warm scent of Wu Jiong’s skin, Jian Mo began to feel restless. Tilting his head, he whispered, “Hey, should we… you know… try out the new house?”

Wu Jiong gave him a puzzled look.

Jian Mo’s hands slipped lower, and Wu Jiong immediately understood. He leaned in and kissed him.

A new house, a new life.

Jian Mo felt that things couldn’t possibly get better than this moment.

Their kitchenware had already been commissioned from the tribe. Once it was ready, they planned to have a feast to properly break in the new kitchen.

The uniqueness of their house drew curious visitors from the tribe, and Jian Mo didn’t mind showing it off.

Then one day, members of the Tian Ning Tribe arrived on winged beasts to visit.

The Tian Ning Tribe was located far away, even farther than the Jin Tuo Tribe, known for trading metal. They specialized in crafting pottery.

Jian Mo didn’t know how they had heard about his house, but since they brought pottery as gifts, it would have been rude to refuse them.

As they arrived, Jian Mo glanced at their winged beast and hesitated about where to let it stay.

Noticing his uncertainty, the Tian Ning Tribe members reassured him, “Our winged beast is very gentle. Don’t you also have a winged beast? Let them stay together—they won’t fight.”

Jian Mo wasn’t sure about its temperament but couldn’t help but notice how scrawny it looked.

Thinking it wouldn’t stand a chance against his chubby Chirpy, he let it stay in the backyard and told Chirpy to get along with the new winged beast. He assured them that he would intervene if anything happened, then led his guests to the living room for tea.

Chirpy, having never seen another of its kind since arriving in the He’an Tribe, was thrilled to see a fellow winged beast. It chirped a greeting, “Chirp chirp!”

The new winged beast glanced at Chirpy and chirped back softly, “Chirp chirp.”

Chirpy, delighted by the response, flapped its wings and chirped loudly, “Chirp!”

The two winged beasts quickly bonded, chirping back and forth to each other.

Feeling generous, Chirpy dragged its food bowl over to the new winged beast and nudged it forward. “Chirp chirp!”

The bowl contained vegetable cakes Wu Jiong had prepared earlier—something Chirpy didn’t particularly like and planned to nibble on only when truly hungry. With a new companion to share with, it decided to offer the cakes as a gesture of goodwill.

For winged beasts, sharing food was the ultimate expression of friendship. The new winged beast sniffed the offering and chirped, “Chirp chirp?” as if asking for confirmation.

Chirpy puffed out its chest. “Chirp!”

Encouraged, the new winged beast lowered its head into the bowl and began devouring the vegetable cakes with gusto.

Chirpy was stunned. These were cakes it didn’t even like, yet its new friend seemed to love them!

Feeling a bit worried, Chirpy chirped uncertainly, “Chirp?”

Meanwhile, Jian Mo and the Tian Ning Tribe members were enjoying tea when the continuous chirping from the backyard drew their attention.

Concerned, Jian Mo suggested they check on the winged beasts. The Tian Ning Tribe members, clearly fond of their own winged beast, readily agreed.

When they reached the backyard, they found the Tian Ning Tribe’s winged beast with its head buried in the food bowl, happily munching away.

The tribe members were astonished. “Our winged beast usually doesn’t eat much. What’s in the bowl? It seems to love it!”

Jian Mo inspected the bowl and recognized the vegetable cakes—made from leftover oil used to fry fish. The cakes weren’t particularly tasty, with little meat and a strange flavor, but they were nutritious.

Just as Jian Mo was about to explain, one of the Tian Ning Tribe members sniffed the air and remarked, “Actually, it smells pretty good.”

Watching the scrawny winged beast devour the food with such enthusiasm, Jian Mo fell silent.

He was suddenly reminded of stories from his time working at a pet clinic, where some dogs would rather go hungry than eat poorly made dog food.

Now, he felt like he was witnessing a live version of those tales.