Yu Xiaogang Gets Beaten Up

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"Doctor, doctor, please, save my son!"

Tang Hao carried the stark-naked Tang San as he rushed into the clinic.

The clinic was thick with the pungent scent of herbs. The resident physician, who had been hunched over sorting medicinal ingredients, looked up, startled by the sound of hurried footsteps.

He saw a burly, imposing man charging in, cradling a boy covered in wounds. The boy's lower body was still bleeding continuously, staining the man's clothes red.

Tang Hao placed Tang San onto the examination bed with extreme caution, his movements as gentle as if he were holding a fragile treasure, yet the trembling of his fingertips betrayed his inner turmoil.

The old physician was accustomed to trauma, but even he gasped at the sight of Tang San's injuries.

In all his years, this was the first time he had seen something so outrageous.

The old physician approached Tang San to perform a quick examination, then activated his first soul skill to begin treating the injured area.

His first soul skill was Gentle Water Healing; pale blue soul power transformed into a mild stream of water, slowly enveloping the wounded parts of Tang San's body.

The moment the water touched the wounds, the previously agitated blood seemed to be soothed, and the rate of bleeding slowed significantly.

After a while, the lower part of Tang San's body had gradually been treated.

Tang Hao asked with concern, "Doctor, will my son's lower parts still be able to function normally?"

The old physician hesitated for a moment before saying, "It's hard to say. There is a possibility he might be impotent for life. My healing isn't omnipotent; managing to close the wounds is already quite an achievement."

Tang Hao's body turned exceptionally rigid at that moment.

The old physician's words struck his heart like a heavy hammer, leaving him dizzy and ringing with shock.

He struggled to digest the phrase "impotent for life," his burly frame even swaying slightly. He looked at Tang San, who lay on the examination bed with a deathly pale complexion.

"Is there... is there any other way?" Tang Hao asked, his voice hoarse.

His voice carried an involuntary tremor—it was the anxiety of a father for his son's future, and the deepest sense of helplessness a parent could feel.

The old physician thought for a moment and said, "There is a way, but I need to examine his condition more thoroughly."

With that, he began to check Tang San's state.

Half an hour later, the old physician frowned and said, "This child's body is severely damaged; his meridians have also been injured. He will need half a year of recovery. To fully heal him, it will cost a significant amount of money."

Upon hearing that there was hope, Tang Hao let out a sigh of relief and said, "It's fine, as long as he can be saved, money is no object."

He then took out five Gold Soul Coins and placed them on the table.

"Take this for now; if it's not enough, I'll find more!" Tang Hao's voice carried an unquestionable firmness.

The old physician looked at the gold coins on the table, then at Tang Hao's burly figure.

He felt a hint of surprise; to be so generous with money, this man was clearly no ordinary blacksmith.

The old physician nodded. "In that case, take the child to the inner room first. I shall go prepare the prescription and send someone to fetch a few rare medicinal ingredients."

He pointed to a small door beside the examination room, signaling Tang Hao to settle Tang San inside.

Tang Hao followed the old physician's instructions, carefully picked up Tang San, and entered the inner room, which was filled with a faint, medicinal fragrance.

Though the room was small, it was kept in perfect order, with a clean wooden bed standing quietly against the wall.

Tang Hao placed Tang San gently onto the bed, tucked him in, and then sat by the bedside, watching his pale little face in silence, his heart filled with a complex mix of emotions.

Before long, the old physician returned with a young apprentice. The apprentice carried a wooden tray holding several packets of herbs and a bowl of steaming medicinal soup.

Seeing the physician enter, Tang Hao said, "Doctor, I have some business to attend to. Please, take care of my child."

The old physician nodded. "Very well, go do what you must."

Tang Hao turned and left. Once outside, he sped toward Notting Academy.

He was going to teach Yu Xiaogang a harsh lesson. Everything that had happened to Tang San was Yu Xiaogang's doing, and Yu Xiaogang would have to pay the price.

Yu Xiaogang was pacing anxiously by the edge of the playground, his brows locked in a deep frown. He muttered Tang San's name repeatedly, his hands clenched into fists, his knuckles turning white.

He had just come from the infirmary and, having failed to find Tang San, his heart remained suspended in dread. He did not notice the killing intent suddenly coalescing behind him.

A gust of wind whipped up the dust on the ground without warning. Tang Hao's figure appeared like a ghost out of thin air, landing three paces behind Yu Xiaogang.

The soul power radiating from his body carried a suppressed, extreme rage. The air seemed to freeze under this pressure, and even the students playing in the distance subconsciously fell silent and steered far clear.

Yu Xiaogang sensed something amiss and whipped his head around. Before he could even see who it was, his vision went black.

Tang Hao did not say a single word; he poured all his fury into his fist.

Yu Xiaogang felt a massive force strike him head-on. His chest felt as if it had been hit by a battering ram, and his entire body flew backward like a kite with a broken string, slamming hard into the stone wall by the playground.

"Crack—"

With a dull thud, the stone wall shed several fragments. Yu Xiaogang spat out a mouthful of blood and slid down the wall to the ground. He struggled to lift his head, only to have Tang Hao's foot land squarely on his chest.

That foot carried the weight of a thousand jun; Yu Xiaogang felt as if his ribs were about to shatter, and even breathing became a luxury.

Tang Hao leaned down, grabbed Yu Xiaogang by the collar, and hauled him up. His other fist, knuckles white with tension, swung toward Yu Xiaogang's temple with a wind that tore through the air.

"Bang!"

As the force of the punch swept past his ear, Yu Xiaogang could feel the intense, suffocating killing intent emanating from Tang Hao.

This punch caved in his cheek, sending teeth and bloody froth flying as he was flung to the ground like a ragdoll, rolling several meters through the dust.

Yu Xiaogang struggled to rise, but the moment he propped himself up on one arm, Tang Hao's boot heel ground into the back of his hand, the sharp friction of bone against bone wringing a heart-rending scream from his throat.

The surrounding students had long since scattered in terror, leaving the Notting Academy playground deserted in an instant, save for Yu Xiaogang's stifled groans and Tang Hao's heavy, ragged breathing.

Tang Hao did not stop.

He raised his foot and kicked Yu Xiaogang in the ribs, each strike fueled by earth-shattering rage, the dull thuds of impact echoing across the empty playground.

"You teach him? You can't even protect yourself, so what right do you have to touch him!" Tang Hao's voice was hoarse, like gravel being forced up from his throat. "I entrusted him to you so you would watch him grow, not so you could let him end up in the infirmary, hovering between life and death!"

Yu Xiaogang's ribs were broken in more places than he could count; every breath felt like swallowing knives. He wanted to defend himself, but could only manage a wheezing, rattling sound.

Tang Hao grabbed Yu Xiaogang's wrist and twisted it backward.

"Snap!"

The crisp sound of a joint dislocating was piercingly loud. Yu Xiaogang's vision went black, and he lost all strength to struggle, collapsing limply to the ground with only the faint rise and fall of his chest to prove he was still alive.

Tang Hao looked down at the unconscious Yu Xiaogang, his own chest heaving violently as he slowly unclenched his blood-stained fist.