Chapter 15: I Just Castrated a Hundred Pigs Last Month
So what’s with these pigs? Every last one of them thinks they’re the king. But let’s be honest—it’s just a matter of herd dynamics. One boar living with multiple sows. They actually believe they’re ancient emperors with harems and concubines.
Rong Ziyin was utterly speechless. But the people present were genuinely at their wits’ end.
Because an hour before Rong Ziyin arrived, this herd of wild boars had already taken up residence here. They couldn’t be caught, couldn’t be driven away. And when cornered, they turned aggressive and started attacking people.
“Sigh, I keep saying there aren’t many vehicles coming in and out of our county town, but this is right next to the highway. We really need to figure out a way to move them out of here quickly!” The toll station manager looked utterly defeated.
To be honest, it was all an unearned calamity.
Wild boars lived in herds, and villagers had indeed suffered greatly from them in the past. They had no choice but to hire hunters every year to deliberately hunt the boars, preventing them from forcing their way down the mountains in autumn to ravage the crops. But things are different now. Humanity’s aggressive encroachment on the ecosystem had severely damaged the environment. Coupled with poachers’ hunting, the wild boar population had dwindled drastically.
Though mountains surrounded Rong Ziyin’s area, while rabbits and pheasants were common, encountering large game like wild boars—especially in such numbers—was rare.
This herd hadn’t come from nearby hills. Poachers had brought them to sell as game meat, only to be caught by police at this very intersection.
Poaching was a serious crime, and the sheer number of these wild boars made it a major offense. If caught, they could easily face decades behind bars.
Realizing escape was impossible, the poachers abandoned their cargo and fled.
And to buy themselves more time, the bastards took advantage of the chaos to release the wild boars. These were untamed beasts from the mountains, now gathered together, baring their tusks and glaring menacingly at the surrounding crowd.
If not for the barrier blocking the highway ahead, the herd would have already bolted down the road, led by their leader.
Now, traffic police and county forestry bureau officers had arrived, yet they were helpless against the wild boars.
The initial plan was to tranquilize and capture the boars. But the forestry bureau staff were complete amateurs. Their first shot missed, startling the boars into a frenzy that injured several people.
Later, with no other options, someone suggested, “Specialized skills are needed. Why not call in the veterinarian from the livestock station?” But Wang Dazhuang from Wangjia Village was still serving time in prison, and the old vet from Lujia Village was in poor health. If they really called him, a single encounter with the wild boars could be fatal.
After weighing all the options, only Rong Ziyin remained.
Coincidentally, someone at the toll booth happened to be from Rong Ziyin’s village. He remarked, “That young Doctor Rong is quite skilled! He was the first to detect the duck brain disease outbreak in our village last time.”
With that, the Forestry Bureau officials immediately had someone call the village chief of Rong Ziyin’s village, instructing him to bring Rong Ziyin to assist.
A group of people stood facing off against the wild boar, eagerly awaiting Rong Ziyin’s arrival.
But Rong Ziyin was young, and the Forestry Bureau officials looked at him and wanted to give up.
At such a young age, could he possibly have experience?
Yet the village chief pounded his chest with conviction, “Sir, rest assured!”
“Our Little Doctor Rong can do it! Our Little Doctor Rong will handle it!”
“…” Rong Ziyin stood there dumbfounded, his medical bag slung over his shoulder. He desperately wanted to deny it all—not me, I can’t, stop saying that. But the forestry bureau leader had already been won over by the village chief’s confidence, fixing an encouraging gaze on Rong Ziyin.
“Young comrade, please tell us what you need. We’ll do everything in our power to assist.”
Rong Ziyin thought for a moment before asking, “Does workers’ compensation cover medical expenses?”
“…” [Awkwardness Level: 3000]
Completely unprepared for Rong Ziyin’s straightforward question, the Forestry Bureau leader paused before replying, “Yes.”
Rong Ziyin nodded. “Then do you have any firecrackers?”
“……” That’s really not possible. Out here in the middle of nowhere, where would we even get firecrackers? Rong Ziyin’s suggestion was quite novel.
“Hmm… Let’s just get a few megaphones! Then find some colleagues with strong lungs and loud voices.”
“That’s all the preparation we need.”
After saying this, Rong Ziyin approached the traffic police to discuss rearranging the vehicles currently surrounding the wild boar.
Truthfully, the moment he saw this scene, Rong Ziyin had already formed a plan—none of the people present understood.
Wild boars have a specific trait: they can be driven off by loud noises.
Rong Ziyin instructed them to park vehicles along the surrounding roadblocks, forming a circle with the only exit being the cage-equipped truck. This way, when the wild boars were startled and attempted to flee, their only option would be to enter the cage.
But these wild boars were bold enough to attack people directly—how could they possibly be driven away? The others present found the idea highly improbable.
Just then, the loud-voiced comrades summoned by the Forestry Bureau finally arrived.
“Doctor Rong, how do we drive them out?” the bureau leader asked.
Rong Ziyin handed each man a megaphone and instructed, “Line up parallel to the boars and shout at them!”
“Shout what?” The men looked utterly bewildered.
“Just shout anything. Singing works too. The key is to be loud.”
“But… we can’t think of anything on the spot!” They exchanged confused glances, completely at a loss. Finally, the village chief suggested, “Why don’t you start it, Doctor Rong?”
“That’s fine.” But Rong Ziyin rarely sang and couldn’t think of any popular hits. He opened his phone to search for well-known songs, picked the catchiest one, and began, “Ride my beloved little motorcycle…”
“He’ll never get stuck in traffic!!” Holy crap! We know this one! The moment he started, the guys holding the megaphones immediately joined in. The forestry bureau official standing nearby jumped in fright.
You call this singing?!
Eight raspy voices erupted simultaneously, amplified by that infernal horn blaring incessantly. Everyone except the singers felt their heads buzzing from the assault.
But it wasn’t just them—even the wild boars couldn’t take it.
The leader bellowed, “Clear the way!” and took off at full speed, leading his harem toward the cage’s exit.
This was promising! The traffic police and forestry bureau officials exchanged glances, surprised that Rong Ziyin’s method worked so unexpectedly well.
The eight men clutching their megaphones were equally thrilled.
Previously, when they captured wild boars, they were always the ones being chased. Now, the boars were actually fleeing from them.
These guys were all adrenaline junkies. Excitedly, they raised their megaphones and followed suit. When the small motorbike’s rhythm fell flat, they switched to another chant: “Drunk alone, I drink my fill; Drunk, I pair the fair ones together…”
That killer rhythm was even scarier than the motorcycle’s earlier beat.
The wild boars panicked even more. Within five minutes, they all charged into the cage. Rong Ziyin stepped forward, slammed the cage door shut, and instantly captured every fleeing boar.
Huh? How did it end so quickly? The few commanders holding the megaphones still felt unsatisfied.
Meanwhile, the forestry bureau officials standing nearby, their eyes blurred by the deafening noise, breathed a genuine sigh of relief.
But more work lay ahead. Being wild animals, they needed to be examined before release or quarantine. Naturally, this task fell to Rong Ziyin.
It was his first time seeing live wild boars up close. After checking them, he was relieved to find only one had injuries—the rest were healthy. Rong Ziyin assisted with bandaging and treatment, successfully earning 2,000 goodwill points from the boars.
When Rong Ziyin stepped off the vehicle, the traffic police officers who had been injured during the capture were still standing nearby—some handling the aftermath, others awaiting medical attention for their wounds. Only one doctor remained on-site to administer bandages.
Rong Ziyin considered the situation and approached a kindly-looking man nearby. “Would you like me to take a look?” he asked.
Man: ??? Aren’t you a vet?
Despite his hesitation, the man reluctantly agreed once Rong Ziyin extended his hand. Afterward, he offered Rong Ziyin seven hundred gratitude points.
After all, the pain in his wound had subsided remarkably fast under Rong Ziyin’s treatment. But having a veterinarian bandage him? Something just felt off.
So, the guy gave Rong Ziyin another five hundred points of… nuance.
But there was someone on the scene with an even more complicated mood—the doctor called in to treat the external injuries. When he saw Rong Ziyin handling the surgical wound with even more precision and efficiency than himself, he was genuinely stunned.
Doctor: “Have you done an internship in hospital emergency or surgery before?”
Rong Ziyin: “No.”
Doctor: “Then why are you so skilled at suturing?”
Rong Ziyin thought for a moment: “I just sterilized a hundred pigs last week.”
“…” Instantly, the entire room fell silent.
Rong Ziyin once again earned an awkwardness level of 5000. Truly a money-making prodigy in every sense!
Finally, by the time everyone dispersed, it was past ten at night. After contacting Yanjing, the Forestry Bureau decided to send this batch of wild boars to Yanjing Wildlife Park for relocation.
Rong Ziyin also organized his examination results and medical instructions, instructing the staff transporting the boars to deliver them to the Forestry Bureau.
After wrapping up all this, it was nearly midnight by the time Rong Ziyin returned home.
Lying in bed, Rong Ziyin and the system tallied the day’s gold coin earnings.
The system remained silent for an extended period.
Rong Ziyin: What’s wrong?
System: I’m stunned by the speed at which you’re raking in gold coins!
The system revealed the staggering figure: on Zhihu alone, Rong Ziyin had amassed over 300,000 gold coins.
The complexity of the content had woven a vivid chronicle of the love-hate relationship between readers and authors.
Rong Ziyin opened Zhihu and, sure enough, was greeted by a notification overload. Scrolling through the comments beneath the post, he found a veritable smorgasbord of reactions.
Some begged him to write sequels, others pleaded for him not to abandon the story, some questioned its authenticity, and others praised his writing skills, suggesting he should pursue online novels.
Rong Ziyin: “So we only need sixty thousand gold coins left to upgrade the lottery, right?”
“Correct! And the upgrade only requires sixty thousand gold coins. With thirty thousand remaining, should the host try a spin now? What if you hit the jackpot?”
After all, it’s a 300-pull streak!
Rong Ziyin found the system’s reasoning sound and agreed: “Pull!”
The moment the word left his mouth, his storage space instantly overflowed with salted duck eggs and dried fish. By the final 299th pull, the system alerted him to insufficient space, forcing the last reward to be sent to the real world.
“Damn it, who the hell is this mocking?” The system completely lost its cool, wishing it could hang itself at the gates of Heaven’s Path right then and there.
Rong Ziyin, however, couldn’t care less. While preparing a basket to hold the salted fish and duck eggs, he agreed to have the final prize delivered directly to the real world.
The moment his words fell, the lottery wheel erupted in a burst of fervent purple light.
System: Holy shit! Holy shit! Holy shit! It’s an SR-tier item!
“SR?” His attention sharpened, eager to see what he’d drawn.
Five minutes later, Rong Ziyin sensed something breathing in his room.
He looked down at the floor beneath his bed and discovered a golden turtle—no, a tortoise—the size of a millstone had appeared.
At that very moment, the tortoise poked its head out, gazing intently at Rong Ziyin with its beady eyes. A stream of text popped up above its head: “Five thousand years of Huaguo (China Country) history—there’s no gossip this old man doesn’t know.”