Chapter 63: To Cut or Not to Cut, That is the question!
At this moment, Dai Mubai was in so much pain he was nearly unconscious. He no longer cared about losing face. With the help of the others, his pants were pulled down.
"Urgh." Tang San took one glance and nearly vomited up last night's dinner.
Fighting the nausea, he pulled out a silver needle and pricked Dai Mubai in the lower area. The needle showed no reaction.
Tang San shook his head and said, "Mubai shows no signs of poisoning. All evidence points to excessive indulgence."
Zhao Wuji furrowed his brows and scolded angrily, "How could this brat be so reckless!"
"What... what should we do?" Flender's face was filled with worry. Dai Mubai had always been a promising student he had high hopes for. Now, with this incident, how could he not be anxious? He deeply regretted not strictly controlling Mubai's behavior earlier. If only he had…
Yu Xiaogang turned to Tang San and asked, "Xiao San, is there still hope?"
Tang San's lips twitched. This was clearly forcing him to play the villain. After a moment of thought, he tried to explain it as gently as possible: "Right now, Mubai's lower region has become necrotic. The meridians and blood flow are completely blocked. If we don't act quickly, he might not make it through the night."
Flender's eyes lit up. "So there's still a way to handle it?"
Drawing from two lifetimes of experience, Tang San shared his assessment. "Right now, Mubai has only two options. First: castration."
"No way!"
Everyone immediately rejected the idea—even Dai Mubai managed to grit his teeth through the pain and protest. He'd rather die than become a eunuch.
"The second option is to find a top-tier healing-type Soul Master. There might still be hope."
"Healing-type Soul Master?"
Yu Xiaogang nodded. "If we can get treatment from a specialized healer, perhaps the damage can be reversed. But given Mubai's current condition, it must be someone who specializes in advanced healing."
Tang San said gravely, "We need to act fast. If we wait past tonight, Mubai may be beyond saving."
Flender was briefly elated, then fell into helplessness again. He waved his hand and sighed, "But how could we possibly afford a healing Soul Master of that caliber?"
Zhao Wuji reminded him, "We may not be able to, but those kids might. Their backgrounds are far from ordinary—like that little princess from the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan."
Flender's eyes lit up again and slapped his thigh. "That's a great idea!"
Hearing this, the already miserable Dai Mubai nearly cried. Was this really going to be made public? "This... this doesn't feel right."
Zhao Wuji smacked the back of Dai Mubai's head. "You little brat! If you didn't want this day to come, you shouldn't have messed around in the first place. You want to save your pride or your manhood?"
After several rounds of internal struggle, Dai Mubai finally gave in. Pride could be regained, but once manhood was lost—it was gone forever.
"I... I want my manhood."
Shrek Academy, principal's office.
All Shrek students were gathered there—except Dai Mubai.
Flender sat behind the desk, his expression dark. Yu Xiaogang stood beside him, brows furrowed. Even the usually carefree and rough Zhao Wuji looked gloomy and sighed repeatedly.
Sensing the strange atmosphere, Ning Rongrong spoke up, "Headmaster, did something happen?"
Flender shook his head and looked toward Yu Xiaogang.
Noticing the glance, Yu Xiaogang sighed helplessly and said, "I think you've all noticed that Mubai didn't attend class today. You can probably guess why."
Upon hearing this, the students each showed different expressions.
Tang San, already informed in advance, showed no reaction.
Meng Yiran's cheeks flushed red. Though she was inexperienced, she'd still heard a bit here and there about brothels.
Ma Hongjun and Oscar both looked deeply worried. After all, they had spent the most time with Dai Mubai. Though they were often bullied by him, Dai Mubai was still a decent companion in everyday life.
Zhu Zhuqing's expression grew more disgusted. As she scorned Dai Mubai, she felt even more fortunate to have met Zuzong.
As for Ning Rongrong, her large, sparkling eyes gleamed with excitement. She was known for keeping herself pure, yes—but that didn't mean she didn't understand such matters. On the contrary, she was something of a master of dirty jokes, with knowledge in that area no less than any man. Given Dai Mubai's current collapse, it was obvious to her—he must've met his match in a brothel.
Ning Rongrong said, "So that 'Evil-Eyed Tiger of Lust' finally got drained dry, huh!"
"Uh..." Her words stunned everyone present.
Flender rolled his eyes at Ning Rongrong, a dark line appearing on his forehead. You could've just kept that to yourself—was there really a need to be that blunt?
Noticing the way everyone was staring at her, even Ning Rongrong started to feel a little embarrassed. It seemed she might've said something... inappropriate. She awkwardly added, "I was just worried about Dai Mubai, really. Just concerned."
Shrek students: Yeah, right. We totally believe you. You little witch, you're way too wicked...
Yu Xiaogang's expression stiffened again. He spoke in a low voice, "Mubai's condition is far more serious than what Rongrong just described. So I'd like to ask—can any of you help us contact a healing-type Soul Master?"
At that, Flender also stood up from his seat and bowed deeply to Ning Rongrong and the others. "I know Mubai has gone overboard at times, but he's still one of us at Shrek Academy. Please, save him. Rongrong—especially you. I'm asking you sincerely."
Zhao Wuji also bowed and pleaded, "Old Zhao's asking for your help too. Even Xiao Ao's sausages and Teacher Shao Xin's jelly beans were useless. If we don't find a healing-type Soul Master before nightfall, Mubai's going to be... well. We can't just stand by and watch him end up like that."
Ning Rongrong rubbed her smooth chin. Though she disliked Dai Mubai and thought he had brought this on himself, the teachers had already humbled themselves in asking—she wasn't so heartless as to refuse.
Ning Rongrong said, "Helping out isn't a problem, but even if I send a message to the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan right now, a support-type Soul Master won't arrive before nightfall! And also—what exactly do you mean by 'he'll end up like that'? What's 'that' supposed to be?"
Zhao Wuji's face darkened. After holding it in for a while, he finally muttered, "Permanently impotent."
"Pfft—hahaha!"
That one sentence from Zhao Wuji completely shattered the tense atmosphere. No matter how much everyone tried to hold it in, they couldn't help but burst into laughter.
Oscar couldn't resist either. Though he was still worried about Dai Mubai, curiosity got the better of him. He turned to Ma Hongjun and asked, "Pfft... Fatty, what exactly did you guys do last night?"
Ma Hongjun glared at Oscar. Though he also wanted to laugh, could you at least be a little less obvious?
Leaning in, Ma Hongjun whispered in Oscar's ear, "Boss Dai went at it with over ten wild brothel girls last night. Keep it down—don't tell anyone!"
Oscar immediately leaned over to Ning Rongrong and whispered, "Boss Dai went at it with over ten wild brothel girls last night. Keep it down—don't tell anyone!"
Ning Rongrong leaned over to Meng Yiran and Zhu Zhuqing and whispered, "Dai Mubai went at it with over ten wild brothel girls last night. Keep it down—don't tell anyone!"
Meng Yiran leaned over to Tang San and whispered, "Dai Mubai went at it with over ten wild brothel girls last night. Keep it down—don't tell anyone!"
Tang San leaned toward Yu Xiaogang...
Yu Xiaogang: How the hell does everyone suddenly know about this?
Flender:
[End of Chapter]
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