"Ah, that hurts. Easy. It hurts. Boss Dai, be gentler."
Inside the Shrek dormitory, Dai Mubai was changing Ma Hongjun's medicine, and the pain had him howling like a slaughtered pig.
"Why are you screaming? You think I want to touch that thing of yours? I don't know what you were trying to prove. Would telling the dean and the others kill you?" Dai Mubai grumbled as he changed Ma Hongjun's medicine.
Looking at his blackened, swollen, thoroughly ruined lower half, even someone as composed as Dai Mubai felt his stomach churn, his eyes full of disgust.
"It's not you who'll be humiliated. If the academy teachers find out, then word reaches the girls, and they tell Xiangxiang during their little private chats later... even if I recover after becoming a god, I still won't be able to hold my head up in front of Xiangxiang."
Ma Hongjun bared his teeth in pain.
"And you're still yelling." Dai Mubai said, "Look at Little Third. His injuries are much worse than yours. Little Third, are you okay?"
Before he could finish, Tang San, lying facedown on the bed while Oscar applied medicine to him, let out a miserable scream.
"Xiao Ao, why are you so heavy-handed? Little Third, are you okay?" Dai Mubai stopped treating Ma Hongjun and hurried over to Tang San, asking with concern. Tang San was now his only hope of rising to greatness and even obtaining Godhood. Nothing could happen to him.
"I'm fine." Tang San grimaced and shook his head, then said to Oscar, "Xiao Ao, continue."
Dai Mubai sighed in relief and returned to the fatty's bed to bandage him. "Little Third, what exactly is going on? First the Dragonwhisker Needle disappeared, then Bibi Dong suddenly showed up and snatched the Eight Spider Lances, and