Chapter Ninety-Two: The Young Man Whose Elements Clash with Ming Tian's

In the room, Ming Tian had taken off his pants, his legs spread wide like a frog. The one examining him was Yin Chan.

Ming Tian only trusted Yin Chan as a doctor—especially in this era.

Though this caused strong objections from Zhao Yu and An Luo.

Zhao Yu believed that men and women should not have physical contact; even if Yin Chan was a doctor, she shouldn’t examine a man in such a private area. Besides, for ancient people, the very idea of a woman being a doctor was bewildering.

As for An Luo… he was just jealous.

Yin Chan didn’t touch Ming Tian’s manhood; she merely rested her chin on her hand and scrutinized it carefully.

Ming Tian’s member hurt like hell.

Who had hit him no longer mattered. What mattered was whether his manhood would work anymore. He still had to father children with the county princess!

“Hey, man, say something! How’s my manhood?”

After a long pause, Yin Chan took a razor from her bag.

“There’s no choice. It has to be removed.”

At that moment, Ming Tian was so frightened that tears rolled down his cheeks.

“Removed?! Let’s talk this through! Don’t bring out a weapon! I think my manhood can still be saved!”

Yin Chan ignored Ming Tian and started cutting.

Ah… I’m finished. I’m castrated.

Ming Tian was instantly filled with despair. But the next second, the imagined pain didn’t come. Instead, the cold blade’s friction felt more like shaving.

Looking down, he realized Yin Chan wasn’t going to castrate him. She was just shaving the hair.

Damn it! If you just wanted to shave, why say “remove”? And why did you have to do it? I can shave myself, you know! You’re a woman! Although you were a man in your past life, you’re a woman now!

To be honest, if it weren’t for his concern about his ability to continue his lineage, Ming Tian wouldn’t have let Yin Chan examine his manhood.

After the shaving, Yin Chan looked a bit disappointed as she examined the swollen skin about two inches above his manhood.

“Hm, as expected, the blow hit the pubic bone but missed the vital parts. Your pain is just from the shock to the testicles. Put on your pants and go out.”

“Really? That’s great… Wait, why do you look a little disappointed?”

“Hm, I was hoping to find a companion who experienced gender transition like me.”

“Uh… Even if I were gone, I’d just be castrated, not gender-switched.”

“Futa is close enough. I’ll just give you some herbs with high estrogen.”

“If I’m castrated, I’d rather die.”

Ming Tian expressed his determination helplessly.

He put on his pants and stepped out. As soon as the door opened, Ming Tian saw over a hundred lecherous, predatory eyes staring at him.

The entire underground resistance group’s gay members had surrounded his room, leaving no gaps.

Nearby, An Luo, the tall fool, was tearful, looking as if his wife had been abducted.

“Lord Junma, you didn’t do anything to wrong the county princess inside, did you?” Zhao Yu asked suspiciously, her beautiful eyes almost shooting ice shards at him.

Ming Tian glanced at the resistance group’s doctor—a hawk-nosed, turtle-headed old man in his fifties carrying a bamboo basket, with a flag reading “Wanhua Banxian” stuck on it, looking at him from the crowd’s edge.

“Do you think I’d let someone like that examine me down there?” Ming Tian doubted the doctor’s competence.

In these times, with the rise of various cults, nine out of ten doctors dabbled in witchcraft. The Southern and Northern Dynasties had the highest medical accident rate in all of China. Who’d be dumb enough to let an old man with a cult flag treat him? What if they castrated me?

Ming Tian told everyone, “Why can’t doctors be women? Medicine knows no gender! Do you understand? As long as they can heal, they’re good doctors.”

The crowd of gay men shook their heads in unison, making Ming Tian feel embarrassed.

Looking at Zhao Yu, who was fiercely loyal to the county princess, she was clearly unhappy about Yin Chan examining Ming Tian’s private parts. Her face was full of anger.

This was bad. If she reported this to the county princess later, I don’t want to imagine how badly I’d be punished.

“No matter what, Brother Ming Tian, I’m glad you’re alright,” De Yi Ao stepped forward, looking quite suave.

Then he turned to the crowd and barked, “Wretched disciple, come apologize to Lord Junma now!”

At his shout, the crowd parted, and a boy about twelve or thirteen, dressed in light leather armor, rolled and scrambled to Ming Tian.

The boy bowed at a ninety-degree angle, very sincere. “Sorry, Lord Junma. It was my carelessness throwing the wooden knife. I accept punishment.”

Oh, so it was just a kid—haha, kids deserve some forgiveness… my ass!

Ming Tian felt a dull pain from his prized possession and seethed.

What kind of bastard child throws a wooden knife at a man’s crowbar? Luckily, I was so dominant that the knife deflected, or else it would’ve been over.

If it hit the rod, it’d be like a smashed omelet! If it hit the balls, a fried egg!

Keep your composure! Keep your composure!

Ming Tian took a deep breath, calmed down, stepped forward, and forced a casual tone.

“Be more careful next time. Don’t be so nervous. What’s your name?”

“My lord Junma, I’m Feng…”

Before the boy could finish, a sharp pain shot through Ming Tian’s manhood again.

The kid, excited that he wasn’t being blamed, suddenly straightened up, forgetting he was wearing a helmet. The spear-like rod on the helmet swung up and struck Ming Tian’s manhood.

“Ahhh!!! My bird!!!”

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After a cup of tea’s time,

Yin Chan looked at Ming Tian’s manhood again and pulled out her knife.

“Hm, no choice. It has to be removed.”

“Hey! Hey! Bridge bean sack!!”

Then the knife shaved off the anal hair. Now Ming Tian truly was a green dragon.

Cold and uncomfortable.

Diagnosis: because of the angle, the spear mainly hit the perineum and wasn’t seriously injured. Luckily, it just struck instead of stabbing, or else…

Ming Tian’s most important parts had once again narrowly escaped catastrophe.

Putting on his pants, Ming Tian stormed out.

“Where’s that little brat?! Come out! I swear I won’t kill you... I’ll beat you into Stephen Hawking! Stand up here right now!!!”

Dozens of gay men hurried to restrain the furious Ming Tian, each grabbing him so he couldn’t move.

“Calm down, Lord Junma, calm down!”

“Yeah! He’s just a kid!”

“He didn’t mean it!”

“Forgive him! Spread your legs, let me kick him! By the way, which damn gay guy touched my butt?! Let go of your paws! I swear I’ll chop off your salty little hands and pickle them as pig’s trotters!”

Looking toward a corner where the trembling boy clutched the wooden knife, Ming Tian was both angry and scared.

No, I have to kill this kid. He’s my nemesis.

The farce only ended near dusk. Exhausted, Ming Tian gave up after hundreds of gay men in the resistance persuaded him.

Forget it. I’ll just stay away from that kid.

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