Chapter 57: Tang San: Life Is Worse Than Death

Tang Hao gripped the torch tightly and slowly pressed it toward the wound.

"Ah!"

Suddenly, Tang San's painful voice rang out; fortunately Tang San had no teeth, otherwise his teeth would have been crushed directly.

"Eh, I pressed the wrong spot?"

At that moment, Tang Hao's voice rang out.

Upon hearing that, Tang San then redirected his gaze downward.

On his belly, the burning firewood in Tang Hao's hand was pressing against his abdomen.

Tang San: "……"

At this moment, Tang San really wanted to scold Tang Hao harshly, but he couldn't speak.

However, that's not important; what matters is.

At this moment, the burning firewood in Tang Hao's hand was still pressing against his belly, causing him intense pain.

Tang San hastily moved his body; unable to speak, he quickly pointed at his own stomach.

Tang Hao followed his gaze, his expression changed instantly, and he said:

"Sigh, I was so worried about you that I forgot to let go."

Having said that, Tang Hao quickly pulled the torch away.

Next, Tang Hao looked at Tang San and said again:

"Little Three, rest assured, Dad will definitely not make a mistake this time; there will be no accident, and I will definitely help you stop the bleeding."

Upon hearing that, Tang San neither spoke nor moved.

Because, the two intense pains on his body had already made him break out in cold sweat.

If it weren't for his second life, with his previous life's firm will, he would have already fainted from the pain by now.

At this moment, Tang San thought, if only he hadn't divorced in his previous life.

Then he could simply pass out from the pain, without having to endure this unimaginable agony while conscious.

Qianxunji watched Tang Hao's series of operations, silently thinking that Tang Hao not only had strong cultivation talent, but in the matter of scheming against Tang San, he was truly very professional.

It seems that letting Tang Hao know Tang San is a Transmigrator, and designing the scheme for Tang Hao to pit against Tang San, was still a good decision.

After all, in Tang San's understanding, Tang Hao is his father in this life.

In his previous life, Tang San was an orphan who cherished this hard-won father greatly; in the original work, at a young age he cooked meals for Tang Hao.

This shows that filial piety is still quite good.

And using Tang Hao's identity as a father to scheme against Tang San could be said to cause Tang San extreme pain.

At this moment, Qianxunji listened to Tang Hao telling Tang San that there would be no accident.

Qianxunji thus knew that if it wouldn't be an accident, then it definitely would be an accident.

Tang San endured the intense pain in his body, his eyes full of pain fixed tightly on Tang Hao's hand, praying in his heart.

Dad, you said there would be no accident; there must not be an accident.

"Little Three, hold on!"

Tang Hao said gently, then pressed the burning match against Tang San's wound.

"Ah… ah… ah…"

The next moment, Tang San's voice, more painful than a pig's slaughter, rang out, echoing through the surrounding forest.

The soul beasts in the surrounding forest, hearing this agonized howl, all involuntarily shivered, their bodies trembling, showing how mournful and painful the cry was.

"Ah…"

Tang San's whole body trembled from pain, his mouth wide open, his eyes twisted from agony.

While feeling the intense bodily pain, Tang San also felt a sense of relief in his heart.

Because he had already seen that Tang Hao had not made a mistake in the hemostasis spot this time.

The scalding firewood pressed against his wound, performing cauterization to stop bleeding, leaving a scar.

"Little Three, look, Dad said this time there won't be an accident, right?"

At that moment, Tang Hao's excited voice rang out, happily looking at Tang San.

Tang San stared blankly at Tang Hao, silently thinking:

Finally, the bleeding stopped.

Finally, no more torment.

Tang Hao gently patted Tang San's back, reminding him:

"Little Three, be careful, Dad is pulling away the match; it will drag some scab, which will hurt a bit."

Having said that, Tang Hao didn't wait for Tang San's reply, because Tang San currently couldn't speak at all.

With a big pull, the firewood was directly yanked out.

"Ah… ah…"

Tang San's painful voice rang out again, his whole body struggling and twisting in agony.

After a while, Tang San endured the intense pain, stopped his painful howling, and prepared to give Tang Hao a smile he thought was his.

To tell Dad, I'm fine, don't worry.

But when Tang San looked at Tang Hao, he saw Tang Hao gazing at him with a strange, guilty expression.

Seeing this, Tang San felt a bad premonition rise in his heart, and he looked toward the wound.

Flesh and blood blurred, a thick broken piece of match, as thick as an arm, was lodged in the wound.

Tang San was dazed, completely dazed, almost driven mad by Tang Hao's torment.

He really wanted to ask Tang Hao, "Are you sent by heaven to torment me?"

It seemed as if he had seen through Tang San's doubts; on Tang Hao's rugged face appeared a sorrowful, guilty expression, and he said in a sobbing voice:

Little Three, Dad is sorry to you.

The wound that was just cut has stopped bleeding.

But Dad didn't expect that this match, because it burned, would actually break off a large piece, directly stabbing into your wound, making your injury worse.

Tang San: "………"

Waa… waa… waa…

Tang San completely broke down and started crying loudly.

Not only to relieve the bodily pain, but also to release this indescribable anguish in his heart.

A man's tears are not shed lightly, only when he reaches the point of heartbreak!

In his previous life, he was an orphan; from childhood he was strong and independent, forging a strong heart!

Even when he achieved his ambitions in his previous life, he never cried in his whole life.

But after coming to this world through transmigration, he has already been made to cry several times by Tang Hao's series of ridiculous operations.

Tang San's heart is now extremely painful; he has a feeling that this life will surely be very miserable.

However, he also didn't blame Tang Hao's mistaken operation, because even he hadn't expected the match to break off a piece and stab into his wound, worsening his injury.

Tang Hao looked at the broken wood inside the wound and said again:

Little Three, don't move; Dad will help you pull out the wood, then press burning wood into it to stop the bleeding.

Saying that, Tang Hao reached out.

Seeing this, Tang San felt a bad premonition; he really couldn't believe Tang Hao could help him stop the bleeding anymore; if this continued, he would be killed.

Tang San's body twisted, and he hurriedly shouted:

No, no…

But the sound coming from his mouth was just 'ah… ah… ah…'

Tang Hao paused his hand, looked at Tang San and said:

Little Three, it seems you also agree with this method; Dad will now treat your wound.

Next, he again prepared to pull out the broken match.

Tang San at this moment was filled with despair.

He had already lost a lot of blood, and could feel his body becoming especially weak.

Tang San could be certain that if they pulled out this broken match now, and given Tang Hao's lack of medical knowledge, he would surely die.

However, he could not stop this.

Qianxunji watched Tang Hao preparing to pull out the broken match; if it were pulled out now, Tang San would surely die.

He hasn't had enough fun yet; he can't let Tang San die like this.

In the future, there should be more torment awaiting him, bringing him more surprises…

(End of chapter)