A Son or a Daughter?

After the diagnosis.

The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's Healing System Soul Master's expression changed drastically.

This...

He even took a special look at Tang San on the bed.

If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes.

He wouldn't have dared believe it either.

"How is he?" Ning Fengzhi asked.

"Sect master, Tang San, he... he really is in that condition."

If Cao Mengde's words were only one man's account.

The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect was a friend of Shrek Academy, so naturally it had no reason to lie.

This result.

Made all of Shrek's teachers and students widen their eyes.

"Could you have been mistaken? How could Tang San possibly..." Ning Fengzhi frowned and asked again to make sure.

The Healing System Soul Master looked miserable.

He didn't want to believe it either.

But the facts were right in front of him; he had no choice but to believe them.

"Sect master, all the signs show that Tang San really is in that condition."

Healing System Soul Masters were well versed in medicine.

They knew more than ordinary doctors.

Two affirmative answers in a row left Ning Fengzhi stunned.

What were they supposed to do now?

Suddenly.

Tang San clutched his stomach and rolled back and forth.

A searing pain spread through every nerve.

"Brother..." Xiao Wu was frantic.

She gripped Tang San's hand tightly.

The Healing System Soul Master beside them hurriedly examined him and said in alarm, "Sect master, Tang San is almost done for. This subordinate has never seen a condition like this and doesn't know where to begin. If we keep trying to save him, he'll surely die of pain."

At once.

Everyone panicked.

It was the first time any of them had encountered such a bizarre situation.

They were all at a loss, pacing in circles in their anxiety.

"Cao Mengde, Cao Mengde..."

Xiao Wu suddenly remembered.

Cao Mengde had said that only he could save Tang San.

"That's right, Cao Mengde can save Third Brother..."

At the reminder.

Flender and the others' eyes lit up.

They remembered the young doctor at Rejuvenation Hall who had diagnosed Tang San earlier.

"Flender, you're fast. Take Tang San to Rejuvenation Hall immediately," Yu Xiaogang said urgently.

Even though he had objections to Cao Mengde's diagnosis.

At a time like this, he had no choice but to believe what Cao Mengde had said.

"All right."

With a thought from Flender.

A pair of wings extended from his back. He scooped Tang San up from the bed and flew out of Spirit Hall.

The others followed close behind.

Unable to stop worrying about Tang San's safety, they ran toward Rejuvenation Hall once more.

"Doctor, sorry for the trouble, but please hurry and take a look at Little San. He looks like he's almost done for." As soon as Flender came through the door, his anxious voice rang out before he had even seen Cao Mengde.

Cao Mengde was in the bathroom.

He wasn't in a hurry when he heard Flender shouting.

The system had the exact time.

It recorded Tang San's condition: there was roughly half an hour left.

There was no rush.

He would let Tang San suffer a little longer first.

"I knew you'd come back. Wait a moment."

Flender was extremely anxious.

But when he heard Cao Mengde say that, he could only put Tang San on the sickbed.

He paced back and forth in the hall, as anxious as an ant on a hot pan.

"Dean, where is Lord Mengde?"

At that moment.

Xiao Wu and the others arrived one after another.

Only to find Tang San lying alone on the sickbed, screaming in agony.

"Lord Mengde is busy. He told me to wait."

Everyone looked displeased.

Since Cao Mengde hadn't shown himself, they couldn't help complaining inwardly.

A human life was at stake.

And he actually told them to wait?

If Cao Mengde hadn't been so powerful, they would surely have cursed him out.

Cao Mengde, on the other hand, was perfectly calm.

He took his time in the bathroom, utterly at leisure.

He even muttered mysteriously under his breath.

Feet planted on both banks of the Yellow River.

Hands holding classified files.

Machine guns firing in front.

Cannons thundering behind.

Phew...

That felt good.

Only after he was finished did Cao Mengde come to the hall.

"Honestly, you people really know how to make a fuss."

"I told you last time that only I could save Tang San, but you insisted on taking him back. Why have you come back now?"

"Could it be that you enjoy the sting of being slapped in the face?"

Cao Mengde's lips were spears and his tongue a sword, every word a pearl.

His words left everyone with dark lines across their faces.

"Lord Mengde, I'm begging you. Sorry for the trouble, but please hurry and save Third Brother." Xiao Wu cared only about Tang San's safety and paid no mind to Cao Mengde's earlier taunts.

"Of course, of course."

Cao Mengde put on an act as he came before Tang San.

"Looks like he's almost done for."

Seeing Cao Mengde's face and hearing those words.

Tang San was furious.

He simply couldn't stand Cao Mengde.

Even if he really was about to die, he didn't want Cao Mengde's help.

But without Cao Mengde.

The others were helpless.

He might even lose his life.

Tang San understood what was at stake. Because he was jealous of Cao Mengde's strength, he could only bury that thought deep in his heart, unwilling to compromise and let Cao Mengde save him.

"Tang San, get ready."

"I'll save you right away."

Cao Mengde placed his palm on Tang San's stomach with great solemnity.

At the same time.

He turned to look at Yu Xiaogang, Flender, and the others.

"You can come closer and watch."

As soon as he said that.

The Shrek teachers and students looked grave.

Without a word, they all averted their eyes.

None of them wanted to look.

Tang San's face was dark.

Cao Mengde's words had nearly made him drop dead from anger on the spot.

"Hurry up."

Tang San had a vague feeling.

Why did Cao Mengde seem to be gloating over his misfortune?

Was he openly making a spectacle of him?

If Cao Mengde hadn't wanted to see Tang San make a fool of himself, judging by Tang San's attitude just now, he would have ignored him and let him die outright from the pain, die from being unable to let it out.

"Tang San, don't worry. I'll save you."

With a slight thought.

A pair of vividly green hands rested on Tang San's stomach.

A green breath full of vitality, bursting with life, surged madly into Tang San's body.

Ninth Soul Skill.

Healing Hands.

Because Cao Mengde had planted a gu in Tang San.

Only Cao Mengde himself could treat this condition.

"Tang San, hang in there!"

At the very first touch.

Tang San could clearly feel the pain diminish.

Even so.

He felt no gratitude toward Cao Mengde and was still harboring that jealousy.

Why?

Why was Cao Mengde already a Titled Douluo at such a young age?

When he was around eighteen.

Would he be able to reach that realm?

After complaining inwardly.

Tang San's more pressing thoughts were pulled back to reality.

After all, his present predicament was extremely awkward.

Once Cao Mengde successfully saved him, how would he face reality?

At that moment.

Cao Mengde's treatment continued.

He stole a glance.

His gaze went behind Tang San.

Sure enough, it was an accident; everything was different.

He really couldn't resist mocking Tang San.

"Tang San, have you picked a name? Tang Wulin, or Tang Wutong?"