After the rat veterinarian finished speaking, he gritted his teeth, gripped the bone knife tightly, and scraped the wound on Long Mo's chest.
The scab was stuck to the flesh, but because of the pus, the adhesion was not tight, so with a slight touch, it could be scraped off like mud.
When the bone knife touched the wound, a slight "sizzling" sound was made, which sounded a bit creepy.
Long Mo's brows tightened, and the blue veins on his forehead bulged instantly, but his expression remained unchanged, and his cold eyes showed no sign of abnormality.
The rat veterinarian was sweating profusely.
As the bone knife went deeper, the rat veterinarian noticed that the outermost layer of scab actually had a little bit of dark green color.
"Have you used herbs yourself?" the rat veterinarian asked in surprise.
"Hmm." Long Mo groaned, which was considered an answer to his question.
The rat veterinarian took a look at Long Mo's unusually calm face, suppressed the doubts in his heart, took a deep breath, and continued to treat the wound attentively.
Although he vaguely sensed that something was wrong with Long Mo, he didn't dare to ask more questions.
He knew very well that the ones who died the fastest were always the talkative orcs.
It took half an hour for the rat veterinarian to clean the wound thoroughly.
Medical conditions in the animal world are limited, and it is already very good that they cleaned it so carefully.
After the rat veterinarian cleaned the wound with clean water, he crushed the herbs and applied them on the wound. Finally, he wrapped a clean piece of animal skin around Long Mo's chest several times to ensure that the herbs could work and would not fall off.
After doing all this, the rat veterinarian looked at Long Mo again.
I noticed that he just looked a little paler, and there was still nothing unusual about him.
"Okay." said the rat veterinarian.
"Thank you." Long Mo raised his hand and put on his animal skin clothes again.
His thanks made the rat veterinarian very frightened.
"No, you're welcome. This is what we should do." The two rat veterinarians shook their heads like rattles, wiped the sweat that was about to drip from their chins, and smiled apologetically.
Forget about saying thank you, just hope this plague god won’t come next time.
Helping other orcs to heal their illnesses is an achievement, but helping Long Mo to heal his illness is a torment.
It's even more uncomfortable than roasting them over a fire.
Long Mo stood up and said, "I will send two prey over tomorrow as an exchange."
He didn't use other people's herbs for nothing.
The Rat Clan veterinarian was about to refuse when he heard Long Mo continue:
"I hope you won't tell any orcs about this."
The deep voice placed emphasis on the word "any".
The rat veterinarian shuddered for no apparent reason.
Why does it feel like this prey is hush money
Now they dared not refuse anymore, and nodded repeatedly, saying:
"Don't worry, there are no orcs in this world who are more tight-lipped than us!"
"That's right. I promise that even after I die, no other orc will know about this!"
Only then did Long Mo feel at ease to leave.
Before leaving, he also went to see the other two injured orcs.
So as to avoid revealing the secret when Hu Jiaojiao asks.
After seeing Long Mo off, the two rat veterinarians collapsed to the ground like melted ice cream.
"You said that Long Mo is not fierce and even thanked us, so why do I feel nervous when I see him?"
"Stop talking, my legs are weak."
The two rat veterinarians complained to each other, feeling confused.
Soon, one of the orcs shifted his attention to Long Mo's injuries.
He was puzzled and asked:
"Didn't Ling'er awaken to become a witch doctor? Wouldn't it be more convenient for Long Mo to go find Long Ling'er to treat him? Why did he come to us?"
When he thought of the scene of treating the wound just now, he got goosebumps.
In all his time as a veterinarian, he had never seen such a patient orc.
Another rat veterinarian slapped his forehead in disapproval and said,
"You are stupid! He told us not to tell other orcs. If Ling'er is allowed to treat her, and Ling'er is Hu Jiaojiao's cub, how could she not tell Hu Jiaojiao?"
The two are partners.
No male wants his mate to see him injured.
The rat veterinarian who raised the question suddenly realized.
…
Hu Jiaojiao had just prepared the food and was about to serve the pork rib soup when Long Mo came back.
The pig's trotters are the first to be prepared and are already placed in the pot to keep them from getting cold.
When the pork rib soup is served, just serve it out.
Seeing that Hu Jiaojiao was still busy in the kitchen, Long Mo took the initiative to take the soup spoon and bowl from her hand.
"Let me do it."
"Why did you take so long?" Hu Jiaojiao did not refuse and made room next to the stove for Long Mo.
After Long Mo left, she looked at the time. The pork rib soup had been stewing for more than an hour.
It shouldn't take that long to see the orcs, right
Hu Jiaojiao felt a little doubtful.
"By the way, I went to the clan leader again and helped him store the Lingshuangzhi." Long Mo answered calmly without changing his expression.
He didn't lie either.
Before coming back, I did stop by to see the clan leader.
Jiaojiao is so smart, if she doesn't think of a good reason, she will definitely be suspected.
He didn't want Jiaojiao to know and worry.
Hu Jiaojiao suddenly realized that she naturally had no doubt about Long Mo's words.
"There are pig's trotters in the other pot, remember to take them out as well." Hu Jiaojiao pointed to the pot with the pig's trotters and said:
"I'll go call the cubs down first. Ling'er must be starving."
"Okay." Long Mo nodded in response.
Hu Jiaojiao went upstairs to call the cubs down.
Upon learning that there would be an extra meal, the cubs did not rush down as usual, but made way to let Ling'er go first.
The lively little guys seemed to have suddenly turned into little gentlemen.
Even Long Yao was well-behaved and acted as Long Linger's little tail.
She said in a milky voice:
"Sister Ling'er, eat more. I'll give you Xiaowu's portion today, too."
The little guy also knows how to feel sorry for his sister.
When Hu Jiaojiao saw this scene, her maternal love overflowed.
Soon, the whole family sat down at the table.
Long Mo also brought out pork rib soup and pig's trotters.
Because it was a snack, Hu Jiaojiao didn’t make much. The cubs weren’t very hungry, so one bowl was enough for them.
It is mainly made for Long Linger and Long Mo, father and daughter.
One of them had just woken up, and the other had just returned from the Wild Soul Forest, and both were starving.
Hu Jiaojiao served each of them a bowl.
The spare ribs and pig's trotters are cooked very tenderly, with delicious meat. The lotus root is stewed until it is soft and melts in the mouth, with a rich aroma.
Long Linger took a bite of lotus root, and her taste buds seemed to open up a new world.
"Mom, this is delicious!" Long Linger squinted her eyes in satisfaction, her little face filled with a happy smile, and she said sweetly: "After waking up, the food made by mom has become even more delicious!"
The exaggerated tone and expression made Hu Jiaojiao burst out laughing.
"You haven't eaten for two months, so you think it tastes good." She couldn't help but explain.
Long Linger shook her head stubbornly, "No, even if I eat it every day, the food my mother cooks is the most delicious."