Transmigrated to the Beastman World as a Veterinarian – CH76

The visitors from the Tian Ning Tribe brought many new ideas to the He’an Tribe, such as innovative cooking methods, clothing techniques, and gathering skills.

Among these, their pottery-making techniques stood out the most.

They had unique clay formulas, special glaze recipes, and distinctive designs for their pottery.

One day, Jian Mo passed by their pottery area and saw the unfired clay pieces placed in the shade of a tree. He was immediately captivated by their elegant forms.

Although the pieces were simple pots and jars, the shapes were fluid and full of vitality. Placed under the tree, they exuded a natural beauty that was a delight to behold.

In private, Jian Mo said to Wu Jiong, “The Tian Ning Tribe is truly amazing, especially Huan Yu. Their pottery seems to come alive, as if it’s breathing.”

Wu Jiong nodded. “Yes, they’re the best potters in the area.”

Jian Mo sighed, “Every tribe has its strengths. It’s incredible.”

Impressed by their skills, Jian Mo commissioned them to create a batch of pots and vases, especially some plate and vase designs that he had always wanted but could never make himself.

The potters from the Tian Ning Tribe were equally impressed by Jian Mo’s request.

Huan Yu examined the designs Jian Mo had drawn on wooden boards and couldn’t help but say, “We all have brains, but how does yours come up with such beautiful shapes?”

Jian Mo waved his hand. “These aren’t my designs. We had these back where I came from. I’ve tried making them myself before, but my hands just wouldn’t cooperate. Everything turned out lopsided, and I couldn’t fire any of them properly.”

Huan Yu laughed. “This type of pottery requires firmer clay; otherwise, it’s impossible to shape them.”

Jian Mo sighed, “I just can’t do it, so I’ll have to rely on you.”

Huan Yu reassured him, “Leave it to us. We’ll make sure to fire them before we leave.”

Jian Mo added, “I’ll be waiting. As for payment, how about fabric? One roll of fabric for three finished pottery pieces.”

Huan Yu declined, “That won’t be necessary. Your designs alone will keep us learning for a long time. You’re also providing the clay, kiln, and firing materials, so we haven’t contributed much.”

Jian Mo insisted, “You should still accept payment.”

They finally agreed on a trade: one roll of fabric for five pottery pieces, with smaller items allowing for two extra pieces. Both sides were satisfied with this compromise.

When Qing Kuo heard about this, he told Jian Mo, “They truly love making pottery. They even traded for our charcoal recipe, so they’re probably quite happy about your commission.”

Jian Mo hadn’t paid much attention to the exchanges between the two tribes. “What did they trade for the charcoal recipe?”

Qing Kuo grinned, showing his white teeth. “Metal. Just like the Jin Tuo Tribe, they traded metal with us.”

Jian Mo was surprised. “They have metal too?”

“They don’t produce it themselves, but they trade a lot of metal from the Jin Tuo Tribe, enough to spare some for our charcoal recipe.”

Seeing Jian Mo’s confusion, Qing Kuo explained, “Pottery is a consumable. The Jin Tuo Tribe trades large amounts of it with them every year.”

“I see,” Jian Mo replied.

Qing Kuo continued, “According to the agreement you made with the tribe, half of the materials obtained from trading recipes like charcoal will go to you, and the other half to the tribe. I’ll have people deliver your share to the cave where you store your supplies. However, since their supply of metal isn’t as abundant as the Jin Tuo Tribe’s, we settled on a price of 150 baskets.”

Jian Mo nodded in understanding. “That’s already quite good. If we didn’t trade, they might have found someone else.”

“That’s exactly what we thought, so we closed the deal quickly,” Qing Kuo said with a smile.

Jian Mo added, “I don’t have the energy to keep track of all this. You can handle it as we discussed before.”

Regardless, Jian Mo was pleased about the large amount of metal being stored.

In this era, metal was a hard currency that could be traded for almost anything.

After commissioning the pottery, Jian Mo had more frequent interactions with the Tian Ning Tribe.

One day, Jian Mo visited them and noticed they were boiling some tubers in a clay pot outside their temporary stone house. Taking a closer look, he couldn’t help but say, “These tubers are poisonous and can’t be eaten.”

The tubers resembled small, round peanuts and were quite enticing to look at, but they had a strange bitter-sweet taste and were inedible.

Jian Mo had specifically asked Qing Kuo about them and learned that eating them caused headaches and nausea—clear signs of toxicity.

The sub-beastman tending the pot looked up and smiled. “These aren’t for eating; they’re for medicinal use.”

Intrigued, Jian Mo asked, “How do you use them? Can you share?”

The sub-beastman replied, “Why not? This is a great remedy for treating boils. It draws out the poison quickly.”

Hearing it was related to illness, Jian Mo immediately asked, “Does someone here have boils? Let me take a look.”

“No need,” the sub-beastman said. “It’s just a mild reaction to the environment. A little medicine will fix it.”

Under Jian Mo’s persistent gaze, the sub-beastman relented. He untied his leather sandals and showed the boil on his foot. “It’s just this.”

Jian Mo squatted down to examine it closely. The small, hard lump under the sub-beastman’s skin was slightly red and swollen but not serious and hadn’t yet festered.

At this stage, the boil could either be treated with medicine to reduce it or allowed to grow until it could be lanced and drained.

After careful inspection, Jian Mo said, “It’s not too bad. We have herbs here that can be used as a poultice.”

The sub-beastman replied, “I know, but our herb works better. It draws out the pus and closes the wound in two or three days.”

Having never used this herb himself, Jian Mo nodded. “If it works that well, your recipe is a good one.”

The sub-beastman grinned. “It’s an old remedy.”

Curious about the new herb, Jian Mo asked the He’an Tribe members about it.

None of them knew the vine roots could treat boils.

Only Min Dang, who had lived in the Meng Shui Tribe, told Jian Mo that the tubers were indeed used to treat boils. However, they were so toxic that they caused the surrounding skin to rot along with the boil. He had only heard about this and didn’t know the recipe.

Surprised, Jian Mo went back to see the Tian Ning Tribe people.

They had grown close to Jian Mo and didn’t hide anything from him.

Jian Mo witnessed the affected area where the tuber was applied. A large patch of skin had rotted away, making the wound look severe.

The Tian Ning Tribe people weren’t concerned. “It’s fine. Let it rot. In two days, it will scab over and heal. That’s much better than a boil festering for ten days or more.”

Jian Mo marveled, “This is what you’d call a real aggressive treatment.”

The people of the Tian Ning Tribe replied, “Who cares? As long as it works quickly and effectively, that’s all that matters.”

Jian Mo asked, “How do you use it? Do you just boil it, or do you need to add anything else? I’d like to trade for your recipe.”

This wasn’t a secret recipe, as it was commonly used by tribes in the Tian Ning area.

After some discussion, they agreed to exchange the recipe with Jian Mo for three rolls of fabric.

The root of this vine, known as Spring Thunder Bulb, was dug up in the spring. It was boiled with a soft white clay ground into powder and then applied to boils. This quickly caused the boils to fester and heal, preventing them from accumulating excessive pus under the skin.

Jian Mo had treated a severe boil on the back of Tai Yan, a child from the Hong Zhen Tribe. That case had progressed to the point of serious infection.

This recipe was valuable despite its aggressive effects. Sometimes, stronger medicine was preferable to the risks of severe complications. Jian Mo understood its importance.

After obtaining the recipe, Jian Mo immediately enlisted Wu Jiong’s help to gather more Spring Thunder Bulbs. The Tian Ning people explained that as long as the bulbs were stored in a cool, dry place, they would remain usable for an entire year.

After collecting them, Jian Mo stored the bulbs in a cave, ensuring they’d last the year.

In addition to the bulbs, the Tian Ning Tribe taught them to identify the white clay, which Jian Mo didn’t fully understand but knew could be found in the mountains. He gathered some and stored it in the cave as well.

Alongside these materials, Jian Mo also collected a variety of local herbs used to treat boils.

In his free time, he stayed at home experimenting with different combinations.

When Qing Kuo occasionally dropped by to visit and saw Jian Mo still working, he asked curiously, “Are you still researching those medicines?”

Jian Mo replied, “I’ve got some spare time, so I thought I’d see what I can come up with.”

“Any breakthroughs yet?” Qing Kuo asked.

Jian Mo shook his head. “Not yet. I’ve only found a way to make the Spring Thunder Bulb less damaging to the skin, but I haven’t confirmed its effectiveness.”

His method of testing involved using his Tou Tou Beasts at home.

When he applied the original recipe—the one from the Tian Ning Tribe combining Spring Thunder Bulb and white clay—their skin would ulcerate.

But with the improved recipe, even after several consecutive applications, their skin remained intact.

Since the Tou Tou Beasts didn’t have boils, Jian Mo couldn’t confirm the treatment’s effectiveness, though theoretically, it should still work.

Qing Kuo shrugged and said, “If you want to know, why not just try it on someone? It’s the season when plenty of people have boils.”

“Why’s that?” Jian Mo asked.

“Winter is dry and cold, but spring is warm and damp. Many people struggle to adjust and end up with boils. If you’re looking for patients, just ask around when we visit other tribes. Spread the word, and they’ll come to you.”

Jian Mo considered this and agreed. “Alright, help me get the word out. If anyone has boils, they can come to me directly. I’ll start with the improved recipe, and if it doesn’t work, I’ll use the Tian Ning Tribe’s version. Either way, I won’t charge them for treatment.”

“With that promise, you’ll definitely get more people coming,” Qing Kuo said.

“That’s fine. I just want to help,” Jian Mo replied.

Since last autumn, the He’an Tribe has been introducing new ideas to neighboring tribes. Their news spread quickly.

The first to seek Jian Mo’s help were people from the Hong Zhen Tribe.

They remembered how their child Tai Yan had nearly died from a boil, requiring surgery to save his life. Witnessing such a severe outcome made them take this matter seriously. Trusting Jian Mo, they wasted no time coming over when they heard the news.

Jian Mo had met many of them before, so there was no awkwardness. After a few greetings, he got straight to examining their boils.

Boils could appear anywhere on the body, from the scalp to the soles of the feet. When they were in more private areas, the patients often felt embarrassed. Sub-beastmen handled it better, but beastmen insisted on shifting to their beast forms before letting Jian Mo examine them.

Jian Mo remained calm and professional, addressing their concerns matter-of-factly.

After applying the medicine, the Hong Zhen Tribe members discussed quietly among themselves:

“Doctor Jian Mo is looking more and more… uh, I don’t know how to describe it.”

“It’s a shame he’s already with their tribe leader. Otherwise, I’d definitely want to court him.”

“Just seeing him makes my legs weak. I wouldn’t stand a chance.”

“He is kind of intimidating, but he’s so good-looking.”

Jian Mo, of course, overheard their chatter but paid it no mind.

As a doctor, it was normal for people to feel this way about him.

Back on Earth, the animals he treated often reacted similarly. Intelligent cats and dogs would bark at him, and even parrots would flap their wings as if trying to flee.

Those little creatures couldn’t express themselves in words, but their actions said enough.

Beastmen and sub-beastmen were more direct, but the essence was the same.

Jian Mo was far more interested in the performance of his new recipe than in their opinions.

Unbeknownst to him, the development of this improved recipe marked a significant step forward in his professional skills.

Even in the Beastmen World, his expertise continued to grow.