Banished to Another World, Chapter 8: You will be punished if you do not try your best

Banished-To-Another-World 《异世流放》 Yi Shi Liu Fang   

Banished to Another World, Chapter 8: You will be punished if you do not try your best

Translator: BookAddictzii

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The situation with Da He was worse than what Yan Mo thought. The whole person smelled of decay and purulence.

This kind of smell can be tolerated by oneself, but if others smelled it... Yan Mo was eager to have an ultra-filtered medical mask.

The tent was very dark. Even after the curtains were drawn up, it could not help dissipate the smell.

Da He’s young children were driven out by their mother. The children not cognizant of the terrible situation, instead of letting them sleep in a dark and rancid tent, they are better off learning to hunt.

In the future, Da He’s family will rely on these two sons who are merely four and eight years old, especially the older one. He must learn the basic skills this coming winter so he will be able to go out with the adults in spring of next year and prevent his brother from starving to death.

Yan Mo asked the two people in the tent to carry the fur under Da He and to drag him to a side with better lighting. If. If he didn’t fear attracting attention, then he would very much prefer to drag Da He out of the tent.

He Tu did not despise Yan Mo age, a mere fourteen years old injured boy. She married Da He at the age of fourteen and gave birth to her first baby the following year. The disciples of her priests also started assisting from the priest at the age of ten.

He Tu did not know Yan Mo was the disciple of the Salt Mountain priest. Cao Ting was asked by Yan Mo to keep it a secret. She only said Yan Mo has little knowledge about herbal medicine. If she let He Tu know Yan Mo was the disciple of the Salt Mountain priest, then things could get complicated.

Because whenever tribes fight, the rest of the family can be left alive and only the priests and their disciples will be taken away and killed. Priests represent the soul of the tribe, and their scepter is believed to be possessed by ghosts and god to enter his own ethnic land; only a fool do not this.

It is impossible for the original priest of any tribe to leave alive the priest of another tribe, even if it’s only a young disciple.

Unlike He Tu, Cao Ting is a slave from another ethnic group that was brought in. She does care much about the rise and fall of the main tribe. He Tu is a native of Yuan tribe. If she was told that Yan Mo is a priest disciple, maybe she would refuse Yan Mo’s help and would even inform the priest.

These words, Cao Ting told Yan Mo in advance and warned Yan Mo not to tell others that he was a disciple of the Salt Mountain priest. Yan Mo became vigilant.

Because this matter was not profound in the teenager’s memory and because he wants to use his medical knowledge to build his own status as soon as possible, he neglected such important point.

Thanks to Cao Ting’s reminder, he won’t be naive!

But what will his master think? Knowing that he is a disciple of a priest. Although he wasn’t old and was brought back, will he be worried that he will create something damaging to Yuan Ji tribe?

Yan Mo thought for a while but eventually threw behind his worries.

He wasn’t afraid of people playing tricks on him. Yuan Zhan definitely wants to use his “priest” ability to do something. As long as he has value and does not have the opportunity to retaliate, not to mention the fact that he has already started this, what is there to be afraid of?

Da He’s right arm was only two-thirds of the left arm. The flesh was scalded. The blood may have stopped from flowing but, since there was no post-treatment, an infection manifested in the burnt end. Now, it has necrotized. There was a putrid stench along with yellowish black secretion.

In this way, the only way to live is to cut off the infected meat and bones.

Da He’s abdomen was wrapped in mud, probably to stop the bleeding from the hole.

Yan Mo looked at the color around the abdomen and pressed it gently.

“It’s useless to get rid of the mud. It’s useless. The wound extended internally.”

He Tu didn’t cry. Her tears had been exhausted in these two days and she knew very well the condition of her husband in these past few days. The only thing she can do now was make him feel comfortable and allow a peaceful death so he can become a full-fledge ghost.

But Da He refused to eat anything. He also knew that he was going to die. He was a dead man consuming precious food. It was better to leave it for his wife and children.

The mud was removed and the abdomen was exposed.

The place, a few inches away from the naval, has a big hole.

He Tu told them this was made by the horn of a giant beast.

Yan Mo opened the wound with debarked branches, and carefully observed it.

He looked down and opened the wound to take closer look.

The situation...was better that how it appeared on the outside.

I don’t know if it is because the human body here is resilient and the self-healing ability is relatively high, after two days the abdominal wound and internal organs are only partially deteriorated. They don’t look bad.

Yan Mo grabbed Da He’s left hand and felt his pulse.

In the absence of open surgery, according to the situation and the pulse, he can initially determine that parts of Da He’s intestine must be removed. Majority of the organs can retain their function for as long as the dead tissues are removed and the wound is cleaned and redressed. If they managed to reduce the inflammation, the chances of Da He making a recovery is extremely high.

However, there are conditions for laparotomy (exploration of the abdominal cavity). The two biggest concerns are the inability transfuse blood and the inability to suture the wound to prevent infection post operation.

This didn’t mean Yan Mo will not save him, rather, he has conditions in order to do so.

“At present, you have two choices.” Yan Mo said to the Da He couple.

“The first choice is to give him painkillers and spend the rest of his days without pain. He can even stand up and walk.”

Da He’s eyes lit up. He weakly spit out the words: “Then I can go hunting?”

Good brain; he is still thinking of getting food rations for his home.

Yan Mo ignored him. “The second choice, a dead horse is still a living horse doctor’s. I will open him with an abdominal incision, dig out the rotten intestines inside, cut it out, put it back together and then close him up. In the infected arm, it is necessary to remove the necrotic part. Doing these are extremely painful and there is high probability of death. Aside from those two reminders, you would also need to prepare some things.”

2] BookAddictzii: the closest proverb I could find is treating a dead horse as if it is alive. Means to persevere even when it seems a lost cause.

Cao Ting looked up and her face changed.

Da He did not hesitate: “I pick the first choice.” He Tu grabbed the fur under Yuan He. “If we choose the second one, can Da He live?”

“Stupid woman! I am already dead. You will hurry to find another master. Even if I survived, I will be disabled. Do you still expect me to feed you?” Da He suddenly screamed.

“You, shut up!” It seems that she was 30 years old and he was 23. He Tu grabbed the fur from her husband and rubbed it on his face while she reprimanded him.

Yan Mo used to see this situation in the hospital. Especially those who have cancer. It is really a family’s private ethics drama so he and nurses didn’t want to watch.

It’s not that they didn’t have compassion for their patients and their family. He was simply not interested in watching too much drama, and anyone who is soft-hearted will not be able to see who will be comforted later on. There, the young nurses and young doctor will even shed tears because of the patient’s death, but here they will only feel the sadness of his family he left behind.

When encountering such situation, Yan Mo never gives his input unless asked by the patient.

Cao Ting gently poked Yan Mo’s back.

Yan Mo turned his head.

Seeing the couple still screaming and crying, Cao Ting placed her mouth near Yan Mo's ear, with a bit of anger and shock, she rebuked him: "You are crazy! What are you talking about? Give people a laparotomy and cure him? You should be afraid of the priest. I don't know if you are a disciple of other priests or not? Do you still want to live? Do you think the priest will let it go?"

For Cao Ting, it seems that a person who can do a laparotomy and treatments afterwards belonged to the scope of the divine.

He can do this. Only the old priests of the great tribes and the legendary temple servants can do it. Yan Mo said that the possibility of death is high so he can pull this off. He did mention he is only a disciple, and has not yet learned the priest's ability for a perfect treatment. 

Yan Mo was feeling very helpless. If Da He is really sick and dying, he can't do anything about it. It's okay to say that he is euthanizing Da He. Presumably, the shitty banish Guide will not be dishing out punishment. Maybe he will lose some of his scum value, but ... Da He is a vital part of this family, more than he imagined, and he has the ability to save his life. Even though the conditions here are poor, it isn’t a completely impossible task.

He thought about it before speaking. If there is a punishment for death, there must be some scum that didn’t try. He has finally returned the scum value to less than 100 million points. He really does not want to be punished by the guide once again. The torture of the fire is really painful! 

Moreover, it isn’t beneficial to have all the disadvantages. He wants to reduce the scum value by a large amount. It will be impossible to always conceal his own skills and, since it will be exposed sooner or later, it will be a better course to be found. The sooner the better, at least his scum value can be reduced a little. 

If you are unfortunate enough to be swindled, and then be slaughtered by the priests here... 

Yan Mo didn’t think it would be so easy for him to get rid of the banish Guide to supervise his banishment.

Thinking of this, Yan Mo raised a little bit of voice and spoke with emotions: "Sister, you said that Da He is a good person. If I have no ability yet I know a way that can save his life; but in order to protect myself I have to abandon him, then I, I can’t really do it. I saw Da He and thought of my older brother. My older brother is good to me..."

Da He husband and wife, who were previously arguing, closed their mouths.

Yuan He had a complex expression while looking at the teenager. Hi mouth opened a few times but he has not spoken a single word.

He Tu clenched his husband's hand. When he heard the young boy say the second choice, she knew that the young slave who had just been brought back by Yuan Zhan must not be a simple child. She could faintly guess this boy’s identity.

The tribe’s welfare, or her own husband’s life?

A teenager can completely conceal his identity and ability, but he does not dare, not hesitating because of a female slave and the sympathy for others. 

He Tu bit her teeth, she can't lose her husband, and the two children cannot grow without a father. If there is a slight possibility of saving her husband's life, she is even willing to make a deal with the devil! 

At the same time, she also believes that a teenager who wants to save his husband’s life, even if he is really a priest disciple of another tribe, the boy will certainly not want to destroy Yuan Ji tribe. 

She can observe him later, monitor him, and when he wants to do bad things, she can tell the chiefs and the priests. Yes. That’s it!

He Tu suddenly raised her hand and swore: "As long as you are willing to save my man, I swear I will never reveal your secret!"

Yuan He also said: "Whether you can or can't... I can only thank you today. I am very grateful to you. Regardless of the outcome, I swear my wife and I will never say anything about you."

Cao Ting said nothing at this time, she could only bow silently.

The boy was moved to tears. "I will do my best."

He Tu turned and couldn't help but reach out and pat his head. She softly said, "Your name is Little Mo, then you will call me sister. Now I ask you, if we choose the second one, what do you need us to prepare?"

 The boy hesitated: "Sister, I don't really have much confidence. The possibility of death is really high, very high."

"I know.” He Tu clenched her hands. "You also said that the dead horse is a living horse doctor."

Yan Mo nodded. "Well, as long as you think about it. In order to execute such treatment, I need a bright and clean place. A place not known to anyone other than you."

"You can rest assure.”

"I need needlework, needle. You can use the finest bone spurs or a hard wood thorn, as long as it meets the shape and size I need.  Also, thread..." Yan Mo thought for a while, "I want to use strong hair, the longer the better; a lot more should be prepared.”

"What else do you need?"

"Knife, pot, water, fire, soft and clean hay, big scallions. All these things are best prepared today. Da He situation can no longer be dragged on."

"Just these?" asked He Tu.

Yan Mo said with a joking tone: "Tu sister, you can also prepare the food that is sent to me. You can prepare more meat so I can eat more."

He Tu laughed. She was just thinking how much to prepare or how difficult the task ahead, but now it sounds like she can do what she can. She felt relieved and quickly said: "It will be ready soon! What do you want to eat? How thick and how long is it?"

Cao Ting's heart was worried and she coughed to interject: "It's not difficult to prepare these things, but we have to figure out a discreet way to transfer Da He to the place outside as well as find a safe and clean place where not just anyone can go. It's definitely not possible to rely on the two of us. I have to stay outside and tend to the chores there for a long time."

"Yes, you can ask Da Diao to help him as well as Da He big brothers, Da Shan and Da Yin; there are two of them. Doing things together will make it easier." After He Tu finished, she looked at Yan Mo. "You can rest assure that as long as I forbid it, Da Diao and Da Shan will not talk nonsense. They, that is my man and your master, have a good relationship.”

Yan Mo smiled. Oh? Good relationship with my master? Then how can he worry about it?

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