Chapter 137: Castrating a Pig (Part 2) [Requesting Monthly Tickets]

Zhai Le refused to castrate the pig.

Especially since the one who was castrated was a male piglet.

A ninth-rank, fifth-grade physician and a seventh-rank, fifth-grade male physician—these two martial artists, working together, could easily fight a battle involving a thousand people. Holding down a one-month-old male piglet from the front and back was naturally no problem for them. The only issue was the piglet's desperate screams, which were quite unsettling for the two men.

Zhai Le turned his face away, not daring to look at the piglet who was about to be "done whatever he wanted" by his friends but was "unyielding to the death".

Seeing that the piglet seemed to have anticipated this and was struggling and resisting with all its might to suckle, Zhai Le even felt a pang of guilt for "aiding and abetting evil." He muttered to himself, "My ancestors, this is the first time in my life I've done something so 'heinous'."

Shen Tang, who was about to perform the surgery, had a light sweat on his forehead.

On the surface, however, he appeared calm and composed, extremely steady.

She said, "You two must hold it down and not let it move around, otherwise I might accidentally cut it and it will have to take another cut."

Zhai Le stole a glance at the boar piglet's soon-to-be-lost treasure, his thick, dark eyebrows twitched, and a sense of unease arose inexplicably: "Brother Chen, won't it feel pain when this cut is made?"

Shen Tang said carefully, "It will definitely hurt a little."

Otherwise, where would the term "ball ache" come from?

She was initially worried that there was no anesthesia due to limited conditions in ancient times, but then she thought, if they don't use anesthesia to kill pigs, why would they use anesthesia to castrate a pig?

Shen Tang chuckled and said, "You can't bear it?"

Suppressing the urge to shudder, Zhai Le closed his eyes and muttered, "A gentleman, seeing a creature alive, cannot bear to see it die; hearing its cries, cannot bear to eat its flesh. Therefore, he keeps away from the kitchen... I just think that to covet someone's flesh and then castrate them is truly not gentlemanly..."

Shen Tang replied matter-of-factly, "Even gentlemen need to eat meat! Who says these pigs taste better when they've been castrated? How can we benefit from them if we don't castrate them? What, haven't you recited the Ode to Pork?"

Zhai Le: "...I read it."

I had read about it, and even tried it out of curiosity, but afterwards I firmly believed that Su Shi (Dongpo Jushi) was a fraud. The smell was both fishy and foul, and after being cooked, it resembled a rotting corpse that had been laid out for two or three days. Upon closer inspection, it also had a hint of the foot odor of those rough men in the military camp.

I never want to try it again after just one taste. I don't know how Su Shi (Dongpo Jushi) managed to "get up in the morning and have two bowls, enough to fill myself up, and no one else cares." Zhai Le complained: "But the 'Ode to Pork' is unreliable! Of all the 'poisonous words' in literature, this one made me suffer greatly!"

Shen Tang laughed heartily: "Then you should learn how to castrate pigs from me, so that when you return to the Southeast you won't be able to eat this delicacy and will be so hungry that you'll travel thousands of miles to come and mooch a meal from me."

She grabbed a cloth, wet it, and wiped the area where she was about to make the incision, under Gong Shuwu's slightly twitching gaze. Shen Tang grabbed the boar's testicles with one hand and pinched them firmly. The boar struggled with all its might, but its resistance was forcefully suppressed.

Zhai Le: "..."

The strength with which Brother Shen used his hand made his scalp tingle.

The next second, Shen Tang held the knife in her right hand, as steady as a mountain, and the thin, sharp tip of the knife cleanly sliced ​​through the skin.

The piglet was pinned to the ground, unable to move, and then it tilted its head back and let out a shrill, chilling squeal.

The scream seemed to pierce the clouds and shatter the sun, soaring straight into the sky.

Not only did it send chills down the spines of Gong Shuwu and his companion, but it also made Qi Shan and his companion, who had come upon hearing the news, stop in their tracks, their expressions quite fascinating.

Zhai Le's handsome face turned pale as he watched, feeling a pain in his own area. Unable to bear the sight, he closed his eyes, instead pressing down on the pig's neck and front hooves with one hand and covering the piglet's eyes with the other, silently chanting, "...Don't scream, it'll be over soon, it'll be over soon."

Watching Shen Tang pinch out the piglet's penis, she hooked her little finger into the wound and steadily brought the knife down.

A moment later, two chunks of meat, resembling peeled fruit, were tossed aside by Shen Tang into a wooden basin. Because the wounds weren't large and the bleeding was minimal, Shen Tang grabbed the pig's hind legs, lifted it up, and shook it. The piglet squealed again, looking quite spirited.

She exclaimed in amazement, "Amazing!"

Zhai Le, his face pale, said, "What's so magical about that?"

Shen Tang pointed to the piglet that staggered away as soon as it hit the ground and said, "If a person is castrated, he won't be able to get up for ten days or half a month, and he won't be able to get out of bed for one or two months. It will greatly damage his vitality. But look at this piglet, it can run around with its hind legs tucked together right now."

Zhai Le: "..."

Gong Shuwu: "..."

Qi Shan: "..."

Chu Yao: "..."

So, did Shen Xiaolang/Wulang really never work in the silkworm room? He doesn't seem like a novice at all!

Shen Tang then caught a smaller male piglet.

Because it was small, Zhai Le could carry it all by himself.

They castrated the boar, and then castrated the sow piglet.

Shen Tang became more and more skilled, but the pitiful squeals that rang out every now and then attracted a lot of onlookers, making Gong Shuwu's men tremble with fear.

Because Gong Shuwu said—

"What are you looking at? What are you looking at? All of you, get back and practice three hundred each of chopping and thrusting. Whoever doesn't do it well will be castrated."

Everyone: "..."

Shen Tang castrated a few, leaving the rest to Gong Shuwu and Zhai Le. It wasn't that she wanted to be lazy or that she disliked the dirty work; it was simply that Qi Shan and Chu Yao, with their livid faces, were quite intimidating, and their imposing presence even made the battle-hardened Gong Shuwu feel a chill down his spine.

Although Gong Shuwu and his companion were novices at castrating pigs, they were ruthless when it came to killing people. Their skills were absolutely superb, and after observing Shen Tang's actions several times, they had a general idea of ​​what was going on and were quite adept at it.

"Sigh, I wonder how many of these piglets will survive."

With limited medical resources and scarce methods of stopping bleeding, at most they could apply some wood ash, but there was no way to even suture it. She looked at the bowl of eggs.

"Wu Hui, should we take this dish to the head chef?"

Chu Yao's face darkened: "I won't eat."

Shen Tang then suggested, "How about we add a dish for our half-step subordinates?"

Chu Yao: "Hmm."

Even the smallest mosquito is still meat; let's give them some nourishment.

Shen Tang was pulled away by Chu Yao to wash her hands. She used two soapberry seeds to make a ball, and washed her fingers until they turned white and had no odor before stopping.

Lin Feng had been busy in the back all morning, reciting and memorizing the incantations of enlightenment while making arrangements for the people who had been bought back. When she saw that Shen Tang was still in the village at this hour, she asked curiously, "Why isn't my lord going out today?"

If I go out at this time on weekdays, it's mostly to let the pigs graze.

My husband can't stay in one place.

Shen Tang replied awkwardly, "...The piglets are all sick, they'll probably need to rest for a few days before they can be taken out for some fresh air..."

"How serious is the illness? Will it affect the castration?"

Shen Tang: "...It's already been castrated."

Freshly castrated pigs from the pigsty!

Excluding the two adult wild boars, Shen Tang hasn't planned when to take action yet, since the risks of surgery on adult boars and piglets are different.

Lin Feng asked in surprise, "Is it all castrated?"

So fast?

Then he remembered that he had vaguely heard screams earlier.

She asked dejectedly, "Why didn't you call me, my lord?"

Shen Tang: "..."

Isn't this to prevent Lin Feng from developing psychological trauma?

Shen Tang knew how to coax Lin Feng, so she said, "I'm planning to summarize and write a 'Pig Castration Manual' these next few days, and little Lin Feng can help me with it. I'll put your name on it too!"

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Chu Yao and Qi Shan: How can we believe that Wu Lang/Young Master Shen is a woman...?

(End of this chapter)