A Father's Kindness and a Son's Filial Piety, Grandmaster Yu Becomes Eunuch Yu

Just as Tang San left the shop, A middle-aged man with a hooked nose and black-rimmed crystal glasses stepped out from the wall behind the shelves.

This man was none other than Flender, and the shop Tang San had visited was the one he owned.

Upon seeing Tang San walking toward the shop, Flender had quickly hidden himself.

"Tang San came to pawn items?"

"Strange,"

"Where did he get these things from?"

Flender muttered to himself while examining the items on the table.

Only the Spirit Guidance Bracelet was worth anything; the rest were just trash that had been misplaced.

"Why is there even a pair of red briefs here? People really dare to bring anything out to sell these days,"

"Ridiculous,"

He shook his head lightly and tucked them away, thinking they might fetch a good price someday.

"And a few books?"

"Records on Spirit cultivation?"

"What a load of garbage."

He flipped through them briefly and tossed them into the trash can.

"Speaking of which, I haven't seen Yu Xiaogang in a long time, and I haven't given him a welcome gift yet. He may not understand etiquette, but that doesn't mean I don't."

"Doctor, I've gathered the money. Please, treat my foster father immediately."

Inside the Suotuo City First People's Clinic, Tang San handed two bags of Gold Soul Coins to the doctor.

"Very well,"

The doctor nodded and followed Tang San back into the treatment room where Yu Xiaogang lay.

Having received the consultation fee, the doctor quickly summoned his own Spirit, the Healing Orb.

Two white and two yellow Spirit Rings rose from beneath his feet.

His second and fourth Spirit Rings flashed simultaneously, and a white and a green light swirled together, lifting Yu Xiaogang's body into the air.

Yu Xiaogang's injuries were not light, and sweat began to pour from the forehead of the Soul Ancestor.

Truth be told, three hundred Gold Soul Coins was a low price; if it weren't for the fact that Tang San was just a child and Yu Xiaogang was a disabled man, he would have charged at least five hundred.

Yu Xiaogang's complexion rapidly turned rosy, The large lump on his head gradually shrank, and his collapsed chest slowly returned to normal.

"Whew!"

The healing doctor let out a long breath and lowered Yu Xiaogang's body back down.

"Doctor? How is my father?"

Tang San asked impatiently.

"You should prepare yourself mentally,"

The doctor sighed, "Your father will no longer be a normal man from now on."

Tang San didn't quite react at first, "Hm? What do you mean?"

The doctor's gaze fell upon Yu Xiaogang, focusing specifically between his legs, "If he's not a normal man, what else could it mean?"

"I've already put it very tactfully."

Tang San suddenly realized, "What!"

That meant his foster father was going to become a eunuch!

Eunuch Yu!

He stared at Yu Xiaogang with wide eyes, "How can this be!"

"Doctor, can't this be treated?"

He plopped down onto his knees before the doctor, "I beg you, save my foster father! He cannot become a eunuch!"

The doctor sighed and looked out the window, "That area has completely turned into a pile of mush. Based on my assessment, it was maliciously stomped on, and it looks like someone jumped back and forth on it repeatedly."

A scene suddenly flashed into the mind of Tang San. He imagined himself jumping up and down on Yu Xiaogang, stomping away—could it have been ruined right at that moment?

"Furthermore, there was originally a chance, but the other party added one final kick, completely shattering it."

Another scene appeared: Tang San, as if to confirm that the person bound wasn't Yu Xiaogang, delivered that final kick, which perfectly extinguished any possibility of Yu Xiaogang ever recovering as a normal man.

Tang San asked again, still unwilling to give up, "Is there really no chance at all?"

The physician pondered for a moment, "If you go to the First People's Hospital in the neighboring Suotuo City and seek treatment from a Spirit Emperor level physician, there might still be a chance,"

"However, the treatment fee would be about three hundred Gold Soul Coins."

Tang San's expression changed instantly.

No treatment then; he had no money.

The physician sighed to himself, thinking that misfortune truly finds the most wretched of souls!

What a pitiful man, now doubly disabled.

He reached out, grabbed a long sword from the side, and placed it into Tang San's hands, "You are his child, so you do it yourself,"

"After it is completely removed, I will perform the final treatment. If it isn't removed, the infection will spread throughout his entire body."

Leaving those words behind, the physician left once again.

Inside the treatment room, Tang San did not hesitate in the slightest; he raised the long sword and brought it down with a clean, swift stroke.

A tearing scream echoed through the room, "Adoptive father!"

"Don't blame me!"

Ten minutes later, the physician performed the final treatment, and Yu Xiaogang opened his eyes in a daze.

He looked around at the unfamiliar surroundings, feeling confused.

Did he fall asleep?

He felt like he had seen his great-grandmother in a dream.

Wait, Wasn't he on the roof waiting for his beloved son Tang San to wake up?

Why was he lying here?

This place looked like a hospital, didn't it?

Suddenly, a large face intruded into Yu Xiaogang's line of sight, "Adoptive father, you've finally woken up!"

Followed immediately by the sound of Tang San sobbing, "Do you have any idea how worried I was!"

He quickly threw himself onto Yu Xiaogang.

Yu Xiaogang was still in a state of confusion, "San, what happened to me?"

Tang San had already prepared his story; he only needed to make a few simple changes to what had actually occurred.

By mixing truth with lies, it would be impossible for anyone to tell the difference—he had understood this principle deeply in his past life.

"Adoptive father, as soon as I stepped out this morning, I saw you lying at the entrance of the dormitory, motionless, beaten black and blue, and covered in blood,"

"I rushed to carry you here for treatment, and after the physician's efforts, you were finally saved."

Yu Xiaogang recalled the events of the morning: he had been waiting on the roof when suddenly his body lost control and he fell.

His subsequent memories were of being beaten severely by someone he couldn't see clearly, and he lost consciousness as the beating continued.

When he woke up, he was already here.

"Thank you, San, you've saved me once again."

A smile appeared on Yu Xiaogang's face, but suddenly, he felt something amiss. His expression changed, and he reached down quickly, only to grab nothing.

"Adoptive father, I have failed you!"

Before Yu Xiaogang could speak, Tang San took the initiative to admit his fault, "Adoptive father, if you want to blame someone, blame me,"

"I was the one who cut it off. It had completely rotted away; if I hadn't removed it, the infection would have spread throughout your entire body!"

Yu Xiaogang sighed, helplessly waving his single arm.

"Forget it."

"If it's gone, then it's gone; it was useless anyway."

"I don't blame you; you did it to save me."

The physician looked at the two of them, a smile appearing on his face.

"Truly a case of a loving father and a filial son."