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Chapter 199 Fatty, just bear with it for a bit and it'll pass!
Chapter 199 Fatty, just bear with it!
"Hmph!" Zhao Wuji snorted coldly, and the earthy yellow soul power light on his body instantly enveloped the three of them.
The three of them immediately felt the gravity on their bodies increase several times, making it extremely difficult to move even a single step.
Zhao Wuji coldly looked at the three of them and said, "Tang San is your teammate, your comrade-in-arms. Now that he's in trouble, are you just going to stand by and do nothing?"
Seeing that there was no way to escape, Oscar said awkwardly, "Teacher Zhao, I've been suffering from a sore throat lately, and my tongue is even sore. Besides, I'm just a support-type Soul Master, and my body is weak. If I go to help, I'm afraid I won't be able to hold on myself first."
Zhao Wuji gave him a cold glance and then turned his gaze to Dai Mubai.
Upon seeing this, Dai Mubai quickly said, "Teacher Zhao, you know me. Given my status, if I were to do something like this, I probably wouldn't even have the chance to compete with my older brother."
Zhao Wuji was taken aback upon hearing this, but then he thought of Dai Mubai's identity and realized that it was indeed inappropriate for him to do such a thing. So he turned his attention to Ma Hongjun.
Ma Hongjun panicked immediately, his legs went weak and he collapsed to the ground, his lips trembling as he said, "Teacher Zhao... Teacher Zhao, I also..."
Zhao Wuji interrupted him directly, asking, "What? Is your tongue rotting too?"
Upon hearing this, Ma Hongjun immediately nodded vigorously.
"Then stick your tongue out and let me see if it's the same as Oscar's!"
"This...this...Teacher Zhao, my wound...is too...too far inside, I'm afraid...you can't see it." Ma Hongjun's eyes darted away, not daring to meet Zhao Wuji's gaze.
"Hmph, enough with the nonsense. You're the one. Get over there now. You didn't lift a finger earlier, now's your chance to shine." Zhao Wuji snorted coldly, stopped talking, and kicked Ma Hongjun over.
"Ah~" Ma Hongjun cried out in pain, his body already in front of Tang San.
Looking at the wound oozing poisonous blood, he couldn't bring himself to eat it!
Ma Hongjun felt a deep sadness in his heart. He gripped his pants with both hands, his palms sweating profusely.
"Xiao Bai, go help him." Seeing that Ma Hongjun hadn't moved yet, Zhao Wuji wanted Dai Mubai to help him.
"Alright, Teacher Zhao." Dai Mubai grinned and rubbed his hands together as he walked toward Ma Hongjun.
Although he felt some sympathy for Ma Hongjun, he believed in the saying "better to die than to die for a friend." If Ma Hongjun refused, then it would be his turn to suffer.
Moreover, he clearly remembered that Ma Hongjun had previously gloated and mocked him for being sprayed with blood.
"Hehehe!" Dai Mubai chuckled strangely, walked up to Ma Hongjun, and said earnestly, "Fatty, just close your eyes and bear with it, don't be afraid."
"Aren't you afraid? Why don't you come and do it yourself? It's easy for you to talk when you're not the one suffering." Ma Hongjun roared at Dai Mubai, a rare occurrence for him, his eyes gleaming with anger, his grief and indignation overflowing.
Faced with this desperate situation, it was hard for him to continue his carefree attitude; he felt like the sky was about to fall.
"Hmph! Stop pretending. You've even slept with a sixty-year-old woman. What's so special about this?" Dai Mubai said with disdain. Seeing that Ma Hongjun dared to talk back to him, he showed him no mercy.
"You..." Ma Hongjun pointed at Dai Mubai with trembling fingers after his secrets were exposed.
"What do you mean, 'you, me, me'?!" Dai Mubai activated his soul power.
But Dai Mubai pressed his head down firmly. How could a mere Soul Master like him break free from the Soul Sect, especially one that was skilled in strength?
Ma Hongjun felt a deep sense of desolation, thinking that he was doomed.
"Fatty, you've already touched it, just bear with it a little longer. If I didn't have a wound on my tongue, I would definitely be the first to suck the poison out for Tang San." At this moment, Oscar also came over to comfort him, "When Tang San wakes up, you'll definitely get your share of the benefits. When that happens, have him make you a few more hidden weapons for self-defense."
Ma Hongjun closed his eyes in despair, afraid that his tears would fall. However, he also took Oscar's words to heart, and they did make some sense.
Anyway, he'd already touched it, so what difference would it make if he sucked out another mouthful of poisonous blood? If he still didn't cooperate, who knew what other inhumane things Dai Mubai and his ilk would do to him?
"Fatty, if you cooperate well, after we're done, I'll take you to the most bustling place in Tiandou City for some wine and women." At this moment, Dai Mubai leaned in and whispered in his ear.
In an instant, Ma Hongjun opened his eyes, a glint of light flashing in them. He suddenly felt that Tang San's wounds didn't seem so disgusting anymore!
Immediately afterwards, Dai Mubai's seductive voice rang in his ears again, "Fatty, if one isn't enough, have two; if two aren't enough, have three. I guarantee you'll be exhausted."
"I'll give it my all!" Ma Hongjun's eyes narrowed, his face filled with determination. He glanced down, closed his eyes, steeled his resolve, and braced himself to begin.
The four of them were taken aback when they saw that Ma Hongjun had cooperated so quickly.
Seeing this, Dai Mubai quietly released his tiger claws and watched with the other three as Ma Hongjun sucked out the poisonous blood.
Oscar walked over, patted Dai Mubai on the shoulder, gave him a thumbs up, and said, "You really have a way with things, Boss Dai! You got Fatty to agree so easily."
Dai Mubai crossed his arms, shook his head, and said, "What kind of method is this? It's just that money can make the devil turn the millstone."
"Hmm... I'll cover Fatty's expenses." At this moment, Yu Xiaogang hesitated for a moment, then stepped forward with a sense of responsibility.
"Master, how can this be?" Dai Mubai immediately declined.
"Mu Bai, this matter started because of me. Consider it compensation for Fatty's emotional distress. Please don't say anything more." Yu Xiaogang's tone left no room for argument.
Seeing this, Dai Mubai said no more.
On the other side, Ma Hongjun, believing that a short pain is worse than a long one, quickly extracted the poisonous blood, finishing in less than two minutes.
However, his lips inevitably got some toxins on them as well.
Even though there was no wound on his mouth, the four people around him kept their distance from him.
Seeing Ma Hongjun walk unsteadily to the chair and sit down, Oscar pinched his nose and went over.
Oscar's attention then followed everyone else's and fell on Tang San.
Upon seeing it, he couldn't help but twitch his lips and wrinkle his face. He subconsciously turned his head to look at Ma Hongjun.
"What? Is there still poisonous blood?" Ma Hongjun was confused, thinking that he hadn't sucked it all out.
Oscar gave an awkward laugh. "N-nothing, Fatty, you have amazing lung capacity."
Faced with Oscar's teasing, Ma Hongjun weakly waved his hand, then turned to look at Dai Mubai, muttering, "Don't come to me with this kind of thing again. And don't forget what you promised me."
Dai Mubai patted his chest and assured him, "When have I ever lied to you? Don't worry, I'll definitely take you tomorrow!"
"Alright, Boss Dai, you're such a good guy!" Ma Hongjun chuckled, his heart pounding with excitement, his eyes gleaming with a wicked light, forgetting all his previous unpleasantness.
With Ma Hongjun's help, Tang San's poisoned area has stopped oozing poisonous blood, and the wound has stopped expanding. However, the skin there is still dark purple, indicating that the poison has penetrated deep into the flesh.
Yu Xiaogang took out a white towel from his storage soul tool, dipped it in strong liquor, and wiped Tang San's wound clean. He then took away the bed sheet and Tang San's dirty pants.
Just then, Flanders finally returned.
He was carrying an elderly man of about sixty years old, who was none other than Masno, the healing-type Soul King who was stationed at the Heaven Dou Royal Academy.
Masno's face turned ashen as he glared at Flander.
That's normal. Anyone would be annoyed to be woken up in the middle of the night when they're sound asleep, especially since Flanders just barged into his room and dragged him over without saying a word.
Fortunately, he has a habit of sleeping in his pajamas; otherwise, he might have been brought over naked.
If he hadn't seen the seven spirit rings shining on Flander, he would have already started cursing.
"Hmph!" Masno snorted and broke free from Flander's grasp.
Flander smiled awkwardly and apologized, "Master Maslow, I was very rude just now. Please forgive me. This is a critical situation. Please come and see how Xiao San is doing."
"Yes, yes, yes, Master Maslow, please save Xiao San!" Yu Xiaogang said urgently.
Masno glanced at Flander, said nothing, and walked up to Tang San.
"Hiss!" Masno gasped upon seeing Tang San's miserable state, his brows furrowing slightly. He thought to himself, "This situation is truly critical. If it had been even a moment later, this kid might have..."
"How is it? Is the mistress alright?" Yu Xiaogang asked hurriedly.
"Shut up!" Masno snapped impatiently.
"You..." Yu Xiao was about to lash out when Flander stopped her.
Seeing Maslow's furrowed brows, Flander had a bad feeling and leaned closer.
Not long after, Masno spoke again: "Fortunately, most of the toxin has been sucked out, otherwise we would have had to cut off all the organs around the wound."
Flander gestured to Yu Xiaogang not to rush, then asked, "Master Maslow, what do you mean?"
Maslow nodded slightly, then slowly said, "The one on his right..."
He paused for a moment, and Yu Xiaogang's heart tightened suddenly.
"It must be removed!" Maslow said firmly.
Yu Xiaogang abruptly shook off Flander's arm, gripped Masno's shoulders tightly with both hands, his eyes bloodshot, and roared, "Think of something! There must be a way to save them all!"
"What are you doing? Let go!" Seeing Yu Xiaogang's crazed state, Masno was startled and his expression became tense.
"Xiao Gang, calm down." Flander quickly hugged Yu Xiao Gang and pulled him away.
"Calm down? How can you expect me to calm down? If you cut off his genitals, it will definitely become a mental demon on his path of cultivation. How will he ever advance to the Title Douluo realm?" Yu Xiaogang roared at Flander, spitting in Flander's face.
Flander, angered by this retort, demanded sharply, "Then what do you suggest? Do you know how to treat it? If you do, then come and treat it; I won't stop you!"
However, he also understood Yu Xiaogang's feelings at this moment. He had just carefully examined Tang San's injuries. If his disciple Ma Hongjun had suffered such injuries, although he would not have lost control of his emotions like Yu Xiaogang, he would still be extremely depressed.
It's important to understand that the further a Soul Master progresses in their cultivation, the more their mental state is tested. Suffering such an injury makes it difficult not to develop inner demons.
How can one reach the top if one's mind is not clear? Moreover, Yu Xiaogang's expectations for Tang San are much greater than his expectations for Ma Hongjun.
However, despite his understanding, he still wanted to stop Yu Xiaogang from doing something foolish, otherwise, Tang San might lose everything, and the consequences would be even more serious.
"I...I..." Yu Xiaogang couldn't speak, and suddenly slumped to the ground, looking at Tang San on the bed with a bitter expression.
Seeing this, Flanders said no more to him, turned to Maslow, and asked hopefully, "Master Maslow, is it really impossible to save them all?"
Masno sighed and said, "It's already good enough to save one. To save them all, we'd need a miracle among healing-type martial souls—the Nine-Hearted Begonia Martial Soul!"
"Really?" Flander's eyes lit up. He really knew someone who possessed the Nine Heart Begonia Martial Soul, and was even the student of his dream goddess.
But Maslow's next words poured cold water on his enthusiasm.
"But even with the Nine-Hearted Begonia Martial Soul, one must be a Title Douluo to possess the ability to regenerate severed limbs!"
"This..." Flander couldn't help but give a bitter smile. His second sister's student certainly didn't have the cultivation level of a Title Douluo. He sighed inwardly, "Looks like I'll just have to make things difficult for the third sister!"
"Don't hesitate any longer. If we wait any longer, we'll have to amputate everything. The rope you tied may have stopped the toxin from spreading," Masno said impatiently.
Yu Xiaogang, who was squatting on the ground, had been paying attention to the conversation between the two. Upon hearing this, he panicked and hurriedly said, "Master Masno, then you should treat Xiao San as soon as possible."
Worried that Tang San would be left all alone, Yu Xiaogang's tone became more polite.
Masno nodded slightly and opened his medical kit, which contained only some simple tools, but that was enough, since doctors on the Douluo Continent mainly relied on their own soul skills for their livelihood.
He took out an oil lamp, lit it, then heated a pair of medical scissors over the flame, and sprayed a mouthful of strong liquor onto the scissors.
Then, after wiping it clean with a white cloth, he approached Tang San with the sterilized scissors in hand...
Zhao Wuji, Dai Mubai, and the others who were watching felt a chill run down their spines. They didn't dare to breathe and watched Tang San undergo this minor surgery with trepidation.
The surgery was simple and quick; in less than a minute, Maslow pulled out a small lump of rotten flesh, turned to the crowd, and asked, "Where should we put this?"
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(End of this chapter)