Zhai Le refused to have anything to do with pig castration.
Especially when the one getting castrated was a little boar.
A Ninth-Rank Grand Master and a Seventh Rank Duke's Minister working together could take on a thousand-man skirmish. Holding down a month-old piglet between them was naturally no problem. The only problem was the piglet's ear-splitting squeals, which made both men decidedly uncomfortable.
Zhai Le turned his face away, not daring to look at the little boar, soon to be subjected to his friend's "unbridled attentions" despite its "unyielding resistance."
Seeing the piglet struggle with all its might, as if it had some premonition, Zhai Le even felt a pang of guilt, as though he were "aiding and abetting a tyrant." He muttered inwardly, Ancestors above, this is the first time in my life I've done something so "against the laws of Heaven."
A sheen of sweat appeared on Shen Tang's forehead as she prepared to "operate."
Her face, however, remained calm and composed. She was steady as a mountain.
"Hold it down tight, both of you. Don't let it move, or I might cut the wrong place and it'll have to suffer another cut."
Zhai Le stole a glance at the little boar's soon-to-be-lost treasures. His thick, dark brows twitched, and he felt inexplicably nervous. "Brother Shen, will this hurt when you cut?"
Shen Tang considered this. "It'll definitely hurt a little."
Otherwise, why would people say "my balls hurt"?
She had been worried that the lack of anesthetic in ancient times would be a problem. Then she thought about it: they didn't anesthetize pigs before slaughtering them, so why would they anesthetize one for castration?
Shen Tang laughed. "Can't bear to watch?"
Zhai Le suppressed a shiver and shut his eyes, muttering, "When a gentleman sees a