The Doctor's Beast Tamer System: Apocalyptic Survival

Ch 6 Girl And Biology

The dirt road they traveled turned out to be quite safe. Besides expert hunters frequently combing the route, people had intentionally planted many Red Sulfur Root plants along the roadside.

Although their aroma wasn't as sharp as when burned, the scent proved strong enough to make wild beasts hesitate to approach.

Of course, anomalies always existed. Occasionally a ferocious beast recklessly broke through—either because it starved or caught a cold.

For that exact reason, Bast felt much safer having the Root Weasel following him secretly, ready to provide an early warning if danger approached.

The destination city—Andera—obviously looked nothing like a modern metropolis. The city reminded Bast of a medieval town with streets still full of horse carriages and a few multi-story buildings.

It still couldn't compare to skyscrapers, but it certainly deserved the word "civilization" far more than the village where he lived.

But Bast had no time to sightsee. To avoid drawing further suspicion, he marched straight toward the largest meat merchant stall there. Goran naturally followed, still glaring at him with suspicious eyes.

The merchant—a plump man wearing a blood-stained apron—initially only glanced at Bast with half an eye. However, the moment Bast pulled the fat Horned Rabbit out of his sack, the merchant's eyes nearly popped out.

"By the Gods!" the merchant exclaimed, flipping the rabbit carcass back and forth with hands trembling in sheer joy.

"Hold on a second... no arrow wounds? And the skin... it's perfectly intact! There's only one tiny puncture mark on its neck! How did you kill it without ruining its fur at all?!"

Naturally, because Bast used the Weasel to hunt, the bite wound on the rabbit's neck remained incredibly minimal, leaving the fur and skin on its body completely flawless. A condition that apparently brought an extraordinarily massive profit.

"Don't ask so many questions. How much is it?" Bast replied calmly, putting on the coldest face possible.

The merchant didn't dare lowball him. He immediately reached into his pocket and handed over a rather thick handful of silver and copper coins—paying in cash. "One hundred silver coins for two rabbits!"

Bast smiled in satisfaction and tossed the very first coin right at Uncle Goran.

[Ding!]

[Promise fulfilled. Doubts shattered. Reputation increased!]

[Goran +13]

Bast's Tamer Points rose quite rapidly the moment that money changed hands.

"You... you actually paid me?" Goran stared at the money in his palm with a face full of disbelief.

"Of course. Or do you want me to take it back and run to the gambling tables, Uncle?" Bast smirked, half-threatening.

Goran hurriedly let out a crisp laugh and secured the money into the pouch at his waist. Bast did the exact same thing with the rest of his coins.

"Wait for me here this afternoon! I'm taking your carriage back home!" Bast instructed before leaving the bewildered Goran behind.

Whistling cheerfully, Bast walked quickly toward the grocery store area. His plan remained simple: he wanted to boost Elara's reputation meter past the 100 mark by buying her complete and delicious groceries.

However, even his simple plan didn't go smoothly.

Just as he crossed a wooden bridge over the city river, something suddenly headbutted his calf from beneath his coat.

"Weasel? What's wrong?" Bast muttered softly.

He saw his weasel acting restless, running back and forth, with the nose pointing toward the edge of the bridge. Bast quickly bent down, hiding the Root Weasel back under his coat so it wouldn't trigger a public panic. Fortunately, the bridge area currently stood empty.

Yet, his pet kept squeaking softly, scratching his chest, and aiming its snout at the river current below.

Curious about his weasel's instinctual warning, Bast leaned over the rickety wooden railing.

His eyes instantly widened.

In the middle of the city river's churning, rapid current, a silhouette bobbed up and down. It was a girl! Her body tossed helplessly, dragged by the wild current heading straight for a pile of sharp rocks downstream.

"Damn it! Why am I always dealing with dead people today?!" Bast cursed.

Ignoring the pain in his chest and abdomen that hadn't fully healed yet, Bast sprinted toward the end of the bridge. He slid down to the muddy riverbank overgrown with chest-high weeds.

Jumping off the bridge with Rotten Bast's weak body equated to pure suicide. Bast used his brain; he ran along the bank, calculating the current's speed and predicting the girl's trajectory.

Right as the whirlpool brought the limp body slightly closer to the edge, Bast plunged into the ice-cold water.

SPLASH!

The current felt incredibly strong, nearly sweeping Bast off his feet. However, squeezing out every last drop of his remaining strength, his hands managed to grab the girl's arm.

"Gotcha!"

Gasping for air with his joints screaming in protest, Bast pulled and dragged the limp body onto a patch of grass on the quiet riverbank.

Bast collapsed onto his rear, panting heavily as he wiped his wet face. Only then could he get a clear look at the person he had just yanked from the jaws of death.

The girl probably just reached her early twenties. Her face looked exceptionally beautiful, possessing charming, elegant features even though she now looked as white as a sheet of paper.

High-quality, incredibly soft silk fashioned her clothes—even though they now clung soaking wet and tore in several places from snagging on branches. She clearly wasn't some commoner or hunter from a backward village.

However, Bast worked as a senior doctor. Admiring a patient's beauty during a critical moment certainly didn't sit on his priority list.

His medical instincts instantly took over. Bast pressed two fingers against the girl's neck.

He could barely feel her pulse!

Bast brought his ear close to her face, his eyes keenly watching her chest. No breath of air. The girl's chest didn't move at all. Her tiny lips slowly turned purplish from oxygen deprivation. Water had completely flooded her lungs.

"Hang in there, Miss," Bast muttered with an incredibly serious expression.

He had no time to look for help. He immediately tilted the girl's chin back to open her airway, pumped her chest a few times, and prepared to initiate resuscitation steps.

With calculated movements lacking even the slightest hesitation, Bast's fingers pinched the girl's nose shut so the air wouldn't leak. He took a deep breath, gathering as much oxygen as possible into his lungs.

'Sorry, this is purely a medical procedure,' Bast thought to himself.

He lowered his head. His face went down slowly, then he pressed his lips tightly against the pale girl's lips. This step of administering artificial respiration (CPR) proved absolutely necessary to save her life.

Bast harbored absolutely no perverted intentions; he purely wanted to save a patient to the best of his abilities. However, he forgot one incredibly fatal thing.

His new body no longer possessed a mature age—nor any experience in holding itself back. This Rotten Bast's body still ran very young, was biologically healthy, and harbored easily triggered desires.

The second his lips touched the cold lips of that gorgeous woman—which felt plump and soft—a biological response arrived uninvited. His body felt as if licked by fire, instantly heating up all the way down to his crotch.

'Fuck!'

Bast cursed internally upon realizing his "lower half" woke up far too easily.

But on the other hand, he couldn't stop. He had to keep blowing air into her lungs, then go back to repeatedly compressing her chest.

'Fuck again!' Bast had to curse once more because all of his medical touching only made him increasingly aware of the gorgeous curves on the woman beneath him.

Especially since all of the girl's silk clothes are now stuck soaking wet and clung tightly, tracing her every curve.

"Come on... wake up!" Bast muttered in despair. He only wanted to perform standard CPR, but the longer he stayed in physical contact with that woman's body, the harder his biological reactions became to control.

"COUGH!"

Bast's wish came true. The woman coughed violently, spewing water from her mouth, and seemed to struggle to open her heavy eyes.

"Are you alright?" Bast immediately helped her sit up, sighing in massive relief.

"You... you..." The woman pointed at Bast in a daze, still choking and unable to speak clearly.

"HEY! WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO MY SISTER?!"

A thunderous shout echoed. Two tall, athletically built men charged over from the direction of the footpath.

"Wait, what—" Bast instantly threw both his hands up in surrender.

These two men definitely didn't look like ordinary market thugs. They wore luxurious, waterproof leather armor, decorated with silver engravings typical of nobility.

And more terrifyingly, they arrived drawing longswords with gleaming blades that signaled razor sharpness.

"How dare you harass my sister, you bastard!"

Without even wanting to hear an explanation, the two men slashed their aura-coated swords with thick killing intent.

"I WAS HELPING HER!"

Bast shouted in panic, immediately throwing his body into a roll to get away. He barely survived. The tip of that aura sword clipped his front hair, suddenly giving him a messy set of bangs.

However, his new hairstyle represented the most trivial problem right now. Those two elite knights didn't believe his good intentions at all and kept pressing the attack.

"Helping her with what?! Do you think we're blind?! We saw you kissing my sister from afar!" one of the men snapped, swinging his sword again to target Bast's arm.

"I wasn't kissing her! That was artificial respiration! Are you idiots?!" Bast originally wanted to explain nicely, but the sword swings continuously aiming for his life quickly sparked his temper.

Bast kept jumping backward to dodge until he finally managed to snatch a long wooden oar from a dilapidated boat on the riverbank. It didn't make for an adequate weapon, but at least he could brandish it to maintain distance.

"WHAT ARTIFICIAL RESPIRATION?! THEN WHAT IS THAT?!" The other man pointed the tip of his sword directly at Bast's crotch.

Because Bast's clothes were soaking wet and clung tightly to him, the "tent" of his youthful desire that hadn't found time to subside yet now stood printed clearly for the world to see.

To laymen watching from afar, Bast's CPR attempt just now looked one hundred percent like a perverted act.

"Why is it that when it comes to lust, you're so healthy and don't wither easily?! Damn you, Rotten Bast!" Bast grumbled angrily at his own body as he glanced downward.

Its rather impressive size actually served as highly incriminating physical evidence against him.

"YOU DAMN PERVERTED PIG!" A furious roar thundered once again.

"I purely just wanted to save her! Trust me, I didn't—" Bast sighed in frustration, realizing that explaining modern medical procedures to sword-wielding knights amounted to a complete waste of time.

"SHUT UP AND DIE!"

The two super-sharp swords struck simultaneously from both sides. Because Bast stood cornered with the rushing river at his back, he had no choice but to parry using his wooden oar—and that proved to be an incredibly terrible idea.

CRACK!

The two aura-infused blades snapped the wooden oar in his hands as if slicing through butter. Now, Bast's neck became the next easy target. He couldn't even duck because the other sword had already locked down his leg's range of motion.

"DON'T!"

That piercing shriek was what saved Bast's life.

The tips of those two deadly swords stopped vibrating in the air, mere millimeters away from Bast's Adam's apple and kneecap.

Bast's eyes instantly snapped wide open, searching for the source of the voice. The drowned woman—who just moments ago sat pale on the ground—now stood upright with the help of several pedestrians who had started to gather.

The girl pointed at Bast with a trembling finger. "He... he..."

Bast's heart dropped. If that girl misunderstood and called him a pervert too, then his story would genuinely end right this second.

"He... he saved me. Don't... kill him..." the girl stammered. Then her body went limp again, collapsing into the arms of the people around her.

[Ding!]

[Life saved! Misunderstanding suppressed!]

[Reputation Increased +56]

That noble girl didn't just save his life; she also gifted him an incredibly massive point score. Bast immediately felt his life become whole again.

"Did you hear that?!" Bast pointed at his two 'enemies' using the remains of the broken oar in his hand.

"I helped her so she could breathe again. I wasn't acting like a pervert. She wasn't breathing when I pulled her to the bank. That artificial respiration was to stimulate her lungs into working again!"

Bast explained it in the simplest terms possible.

"But you grabbed and squeezed her chest, you pig!" One of the woman's brothers remained unconvinced, hissing sharply while keeping the tip of his sword pressed against Bast's neck.

"I pumped her heart! Right here!" Bast struck his own chest hard. "That's a crucial procedure! She would suffer brain death if the blood didn't get pumped! Do you understand?!"

"Then... what is that barbaric bulge?!" The knight pointed at Bast's crotch again, still refusing to give up on that physical evidence.

"That's because I'm a normal, healthy young man! I can't prevent my body's natural reactions, but that doesn't mean I harbored malicious intent or took advantage of her!"

Bast finally swung the burlap sack slung over his back to the front—covering up that annoying biological evidence.

"Come on... I genuinely saved her life. Even your own sister said so."

Bast tried to look at them using the remaining authority he had as a senior doctor. However, he only saw the two men's grips tighten on their sword hilts, veins of anger still popping on their necks. The tension from these elite knights hadn't truly subsided yet.

'It seems... my lifespan really only lasts until here,' Bast thought in resignation, secretly glancing toward the river, calculating his chances of survival if he recklessly jumped in again.