Doctor, Are You Rough?

Did he dislike him?

Tang Hao gave a cold snort.

He saw through Tang San's thoughts and exposed them to his face, leaving him no dignity at all.

"Is it Cao Mengde you dislike?"

"Is it because he has the strength of a Titled Douluo at such a young age that you envy him? Are you jealous of him? Do you hate him?"

Tang San's face flushed red.

He had not expected it.

His father understood him so well.

"Dad... I..."

Tang Hao scolded him.

"Is that the case? Answer me."

Seeing no way out, Tang San had no choice but to speak his mind.

"Yes."

After seeing his son admit it,

Tang Hao's tense expression eased, and his voice softened somewhat.

"The Soul Master World is full of crouching tigers and hidden dragons."

"Cao Mengde is around eighteen and already a Titled Douluo with a Hundred Thousand Year Soul Ring. That really is enough to make people envious, even jealous. People have emotions, and it's only natural to compare themselves to others. I understand you."

Then,

Tang Hao continued meaningfully.

"But it's already a fact."

"You can't change Cao Mengde's current situation. The best way to prove yourself is to improve yourself."

"Now that things have come to this, there's something I have to tell you."

"I'm no blacksmith from Holy Soul Village. I'm a Titled Douluo renowned throughout the continent. My title is Clear Sky."

As his words fell,

Tang Hao revealed his Clear Sky Hammer Martial Soul.

Nine Soul Rings appeared beneath his feet.

Looking at the scene before him,

Tang San was dumbstruck.

He had previously learned from Ning Fengzhi that his father was the youngest Titled Douluo on the continent.

He had not expected it.

His father actually possessed a Hundred Thousand Year Soul Ring?

Tang Hao had not wanted to say any of this, for fear that Tang San would inevitably become complacent after learning his true identity.

After observing him for years,

he had discovered

that his son was not that kind of person. He had worried too much.

Now that Tang San was jealous of Cao Mengde, he had resorted to this last measure.

Tang Hao looked at the Martial Soul in his hand.

"This Clear Sky Hammer is the number one tool Martial Soul under heaven."

"No matter how outstanding Cao Mengde is, he's only a Healing System Soul Master, while you have Twin Martial Souls. Even if you cultivate to the Soul Douluo level, you'll be qualified to challenge him above your level."

After Tang Hao's orderly analysis,

Tang San felt as though enlightenment had been poured into him, and he suddenly understood.

That was right.

So what if Cao Mengde was a Titled Douluo?

He was only a Healing System Soul Master. What was a Healing System Soul Master? In other words, someone too weak to truss a chicken.

What did he have to fear?

Besides,

he still had the Tang Sect Hidden Weapons.

Once he developed top-grade Hidden Weapons, even if his Soul Power was meager, he would have nothing to fear from a Power Attack System Titled Douluo, much less a Healing System one.

At that thought,

Tang San's spirits soared.

"Dad, I was wrong."

"I'll make sure to set my mindset right from now on."

Tang San, who had lived two lives, had a steadier mindset than ordinary people.

The only reason Cao Mengde had affected him was that the man was too monstrous.

Now,

having thought it through, Tang San felt that life was full of hope.

"That's my son, the son of the Clear Sky Douluo."

"Come on, I'll take you to Cao Mengde for treatment. Don't worry, I'll find a chance to kill Cao Mengde sooner or later."

Tang Hao's plan was clear.

Cao Mengde was useful to him for now. Besides treating his son, he also had to prepare a resurrection pill for Ah Yin.

Once those two things were done,

he would eliminate this hidden danger affecting his son's mindset.

To his surprise,

Tang San volunteered at that moment.

"Dad, don't kill him."

"I want to defeat him one day through my own efforts."

Tang Hao smiled faintly.

"The fact that you can think that way shows you've made progress. Let's go."

Tang Hao picked Tang San up and flew swiftly toward Rejuvenation Hall.

"Doctor, my heart feels so uncomfortable. Hurry and feel it. It really feels so uncomfortable right here."

After Cao Mengde had cured Bibi Dong several times,

his reputation as a miracle doctor had long since spread throughout Spirit City.

People who had suffered from illnesses for years were all lining up at the door.

In keeping with his duty to treat illnesses and save lives, Cao Mengde saw patients in the consultation room every day.

Why the consultation room and not the main hall?

Because the consultation room was private, and sometimes he could take advantage.

"Miss, your complexion looks rosy to me. You don't seem ill."

A seductively dressed woman sat across from Cao Mengde, covering her face as she wept.

"That damned man of mine keeps a little wife on the side."

"If I say a word or two about it, he starts hitting me. I've had enough."

"Although rough men thrill me, I really can't stand it. I can't stand it."

Suddenly,

the woman slowly rose and leaned over the desk, closing the distance between herself and Cao Mengde. A stretch of snowy white skin beneath her was exposed.

"Doctor, are you rough?"

Cao Mengde was not surprised by this situation.

These past few days,

he had experienced it countless times.

He was young and not bad-looking.

And he was a Titled Douluo. It was perfectly normal for the opposite sex to try to seduce him.

"Uh... miss, if you aren't ill, please don't delay me from treating people who are."

The woman paid no heed and continued asking,

"Doctor, answer me. Are you rough?"

Cao Mengde made a token effort to refuse a few times.

Since the woman was throwing herself at him and he could not talk her out of it, it seemed he could only satisfy her.

"Uh... it depends. I can be rough too..."

The woman's spirits rose at his words.

She grabbed Cao Mengde's hand and placed it over her heart.

"Good. My husband plays around outside, so I'll play around too and let him see."

"Come on, let me see how rough you can get..."

Faced with such temptation,

how could Cao Mengde remain seated?

He sprang up from his stool, intending to have his way with her on the spot.

Though she was not a famous character, she was not bad-looking. Above all, it was her wantonness that added considerably to her seductive charm, even if her looks were only ordinary.

Just then,

a commotion came from outside the door.

"Why aren't you lining up?"

"Everyone else is lining up. What gives you the right to cut in? Get to the back of the line."

The next moment,

Tang Hao's voice rang out.

"What gives me the right?"

"Look closely. This does."

With a thought,

nine Soul Rings-two yellow, two purple, four black, and one red-appeared in everyone's sight.

At once,

everyone was shocked.

"A T-Titled Douluo?"

Cao Mengde frowned.

Of all times for Tang Hao to come, not earlier or later, he had to come now?

Wasn't he interrupting his fun?

"Tang Hao? Do you need something?" Cao Mengde walked into the main hall and asked, somewhat displeased.

Tang Hao glanced at Tang San, who lay on a sickbed in the hall.

"Hurry and examine my son."

Cao Mengde's Soul Power was currently at level 95.

In terms of combat power alone, he could not defeat Tang Hao.

Even so,

he was not afraid of Tang Hao in the slightest. With a cold expression, he pointed outside.

"Go outside and get in line."

Tang Hao's expression turned cold.

"What did you say? You want me to go outside and line up?"

Cao Mengde found that remark ridiculous.

He asked,

"Everyone else is lining up. What gives you the right not to?"

"Just because you're a Titled Douluo? They're afraid of a Titled Douluo's strength, so they're angry but don't dare speak up and have no choice but to let you cut in. I won't indulge you."

"Out. Get in line!"

As the Clear Sky Douluo,

Tang Hao felt deeply humiliated at being defied by Cao Mengde in public.

A furious light shot from his eyes.

"You dare tell me to line up? Are you courting death?"