Chapter 6: The Wind Blows Cold on the Balls
Rong Ziyin flatly refused: No.
System: !!!
The Heavenly Dao System’s “conquerable” concept was essentially a real-life cheat code. This young boy was in the midst of his rebellious phase, fixated on idolizing the strong. In his current mindset, Rong Ziyin wished he could be even more powerful than Superman in the movies. If Rong Ziyin were willing to put in a little effort, this kid could absolutely become one of his most loyal followers, following his every command more devotedly than his own parents.
But the system doesn’t understand. Precisely because of this, Rong Ziyin must refuse outright.
Rong Ziyin knows full well this is the real world, not some fantasy novel where might makes right.
He is a veterinarian at the livestock station. Therefore, he must diligently perform his duties and fulfill his responsibilities. There’s nothing wrong with a straightforward supply-and-demand relationship. Excessive adulation is a path to self-destruction.
As for loyal followers who’d never betray him? To Rong Ziyin, that notion was utter nonsense.
How many years had it been since the Qing Dynasty fell? In this present world, the things that truly deserved unwavering loyalty were one’s nation, conscience, and the law.
With this thought, Rong Ziyin added another piece of advice to the child: “Study diligently. No matter what career you pursue in the future, acquiring more knowledge will never be a mistake.”
The child nodded vigorously, immediately treating Rong Ziyin’s words as profound wisdom.
After all, everyone within miles knew that Rong Ziyin had once been the top scholar in Yanjing City, admitted to the Agricultural University. He had truly brought honor to the village.
With this thought, the child became even more determined to heed Young Doctor Rong’s advice. Only by doing so could he grow up to be as formidable as Young Doctor Rong. Even the little yellow minion head in the child’s mental stream now sported a “Strive” headband.
The child was simply too adorable. Rong Ziyin couldn’t resist and patted his head again. Instantly, he was rewarded with a basketful of little hearts from the boy, who covered his face and bounced around excitedly.
May this child keep this drive going. Rong Ziyin motioned for the boy to go inside first, then stood up and walked outside the duck shed to tell the couple, “The ducks are all fine. Don’t worry, everything’s okay.”
After carefully explaining the disinfection steps needed next, he prepared to leave.
The pig farmer hurriedly escorted Rong Ziyin to the door with his wife. Just as they were about to part ways, he suddenly remembered something crucial he hadn’t mentioned and quickly stopped Rong Ziyin.
“Doctor Rong, about that boar that came into heat yesterday at my place… if you have time, could you please handle it right away?”
The pig farmer seemed a bit embarrassed. “I know it’s rather urgent, but you see, my leg isn’t good. It’s just my wife and child at home. I’m afraid if that boar gets rowdy again, it might hurt them too.”
Rong Ziyin understood his concern. A boar in heat could be incredibly dangerous when agitated. Since neutering wasn’t complicated, Rong Ziyin readily agreed, “I can do it shortly. I’ll come over around seven.”
Rong Ziyin glanced at the time—it was already six o’clock. Preparing the equipment and medications for the castration required some time, so he arranged with the pig farmer’s family to come over after dinner to perform the surgery.
On the way back, the System inquired curiously, “Host, doesn’t his family sell pork? Since the boar can’t be kept, why not just slaughter it for meat?”
Rong Ziyin replied, “Because it tastes bad.”
Times had changed. Gone were the days when people couldn’t even get meat—back then, any meat, regardless of flavor, was considered a delicacy. But now, with rapid economic development, public expectations had risen. Even when eating meat, people increasingly sought out flavorful cuts.
Therefore, male pigs raised for meat are typically castrated during their early growth stages. This facilitates accelerated weight gain and reduces the gamey, pungent flavor inherent in the meat.
This particular boar, however, had been bred as a stud for two or three years. Its meat quality no longer met contemporary consumer preferences, making it difficult to sell.
The System remained perplexed. “But isn’t it useless after castration anyway?”
“Of course it’s useful,” Rong Ziyin continued explaining. “To determine a sow’s estrus cycle, there’s a specific type of boar used for testing. This boar has its vas deferens severed, completely eliminating its ability to impregnate sows.”
“But even though it can’t reproduce, it still stimulates sows into heat. Keeping it in the sow pen can increase the sows’ conception rate.”
“Holy shit, you don’t even spare the castrated ones? Are humans really this terrifying?” The system froze in disbelief.
Rong Ziyin pondered for a moment before asking the system, “Does pork smell good?”
The system remained silent for a long while: “Yes.”
Rong Ziyin: “Oh.”
The internal dialogue concluded, and Rong Ziyin returned to eat a simple meal before gathering the necessary medications and tools to head to the large-scale breeder’s residence.
The livestock station was still some distance from the breeder’s home. With nothing pressing to attend to along the way, Rong Ziyin used his free hand to pull out his phone and log into the Veterinary Professional System to check for any newly published research papers domestically or internationally.
This habit had formed since his freshman year and was the primary reason his knowledge base was broader and deeper than his peers.
Even the system couldn’t help but marvel at Rong Ziyin’s professional dedication.
Having been in the village for nearly a month now, the rural paths were quite smooth. Rong Ziyin walked along carrying his medicine case, reading professional papers the whole way. By the time he reached the large-scale breeder’s home, only the last few lines of the paper remained unread.
Since anesthesia typically took some time to take effect, Rong Ziyin figured he could finish reading during that interval. He casually slipped his phone into his pocket.
Inspired by Rong Ziyin’s visit that afternoon, the young boy merely came out to greet him before returning to focus on his homework. Yet, that little heart symbolizing his admiration for Rong Ziyin never stopped drifting his way through the window.
Though the large-scale breeder and his wife remained unaware of their son’s thoughts, it didn’t stop them from offering Rong Ziyin a generous 3,000 gratitude points.
After all, Little Doctor Rong was that impressive—even their most reluctant learner of a son had started doing homework voluntarily after chatting with him!
Rong Ziyin held the couple in equal respect.
He recalled his teacher’s words ringing true: there was nothing inherently wrong with village life. Though monotonous and frugal, it revealed the purest essence of humanity.
Following the farmer’s wife to the rear pigsty, he found the boar still tethered where it had been, unable to move.
Rong Ziyin approached and glanced at it.
The boar remained brazenly lecherous. A continuous stream of comments flashed overhead.
“Let me roam free, and I’ll impregnate ten thousand young ladies!”
But the moment it saw Rong Ziyin pull out a needle, panic seized the boar.
“You rebellious peasants dare harm this emperor!”
Rong Ziyin patted its shoulder reassuringly. “Don’t worry. When you wake up, all the young ladies will be hanging off your arm.”
Boar: “Is there such a blessing?”
Rong Ziyin: “Mhm. Once you’re no longer a boar, you’ll be sisters.”
Since he was alone in the pigsty, Rong Ziyin didn’t mind chatting with the boar.
Then he swiftly administered anesthesia to the boar.
While waiting for the anesthesia to take effect, Rong Ziyin pulled out his phone, intending to finish reading something he hadn’t completed earlier.
Just then, a message popped up on his WeChat, someone had tagged him.
Rong Ziyin tapped to view it—it was the dorm group chat.
His dorm housed six people. Typically, a crowded boys’ dorm would be lively and bustling. Yet, for some reason, this group couldn’t stand Rong Ziyin.
To be precise, it was that rich kid who kept stirring up trouble inside. The others either didn’t want to offend anyone or were trying to curry favor with him, so naturally they joined in on the bullying.
Fortunately, Rong Ziyin was always immersed in his studies and worked odd jobs to support himself. He came and went early and late, treating the dorm like a hotel just for sleeping. This left the others with no real reason to pick on him.
The reason they kept tagging him this time was because Rong Ziyin had taken a few jabs at them before leaving. He was saving his energy, hoping to get his own back after finishing his make-up exams!
As for what they posted in the dorm group chat after tagging Rong Ziyin, it was a lively group photo of the entire dorm.
Four familiar faces—counting them, everyone in the dorm except Rong Ziyin and that rich kid was present. They were gathered around a table for a meal.
Beer and small grilled snacks were practically staples for every college dorm gathering. Too bad Rong Ziyin had never experienced one.
And the comments these guys tagged Rong Ziyin with were pretty mean.
“Second Brother, if you hadn’t taken that early job and holed up in the village, we could’ve had a proper farewell dinner together.”
“Young Master didn’t show up, but Young Master treated us. We had a feast today. How’s life treating you over there, Second Brother?”
The nickname “Number Two” had never been flattering. Normally, they practically wanted Rong Ziyin kicked out of the dorm. Now they were pretending to be good buddies, calling him “Number Two” nonstop—quite ironic.
“This is too much!” The system was furious, practically jumping up and down.
Rong Ziyin, however, remained calm. He glanced at the food in the photo—right in the center was a plate of greasy, glistening kidneys.
So, Rong Ziyin raised his phone, took a high-definition, unblurred close-up of the exact spot on the boar about to undergo surgery, and sent it to the Penguin chat group.
Rong Ziyin: @All Members, I’m fine, just busy. Currently neutering a boar. The kidneys look good. Enjoy your meal.
Then he added another line.
“Neutering is the most common minor surgery in veterinary clinical practice. You guys rarely get hands-on experience at school. Today’s a perfect chance—let’s make this a practice session.”
QQ had a new feature called QQ Meeting. Originally a standalone app, it had since been integrated into QQ itself.
Unfortunately, back in the dorm, the guys had added Rong Ziyin as an admin just to save face.
Now, with a single video conference, Rong Ziyin pulled everyone except the group owner—the rich kid—into the meeting. Crucially, Rong Ziyin was the host with full permissions. Once the meeting room was locked, entry was permitted but exit was not.
Then, Rong Ziyin deliberately added a setting: no one except him could speak or type.
The dorm mates were still eating and had no idea what was happening to their phones.
Rong Ziyin, meanwhile, found a spot to position his phone, recording the entire neutering process with crystal-clear clarity while activating the microphone.
“Step one: disinfect hands with antiseptic, then sterilize the piglet’s surgical site…”
“Alright, all preparations complete. I hereby declare the surgery officially underway.”
With that, Rong Ziyin picked up the scalpel resting beside him.
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Meanwhile, at the street food stalls outside Yanjing Agricultural University, Rong Ziyin’s dorm mates were still clinking glasses and shooting the breeze.
“Hahaha, we totally pissed off that idiot this time. I bet his village has nothing but sweet potatoes and potatoes to eat every day.”
“Yeah, exactly! What’s the point of being a top student if he’s stuck in the sticks for life?”
“Villagers belong back in the village. Hicks should just go back where they came from.”
The aura of an academic superstar always suffocates people, especially when that superstar, Rong Ziyin, was a cold-hearted rival who’d crossed paths with them. After four years of university, he’d finally fallen from grace. This was their chance to kick him while he was down—they’d be fools not to take it.
But just as they were drinking with relish, Rong Ziyin’s voice rang out simultaneously on all four of their phones.
“Castration procedure for the boar officially commencing.”
“Holy shit! What the hell?”
All four jolted upright. They tapped their phones again—and there it was! The boar’s two dark, utterly obscene testicles thrust right at their screens.
“…”
Back to the video: Rong Ziyin’s hand moved swiftly. The knife sliced open the incision. With precise fingers, he reached inside, grasped the boar’s vas deferens, and with a sharp snip, severed it cleanly.
That sound instantly sent a chill down the four men’s spines. As for the kidneys they were holding, their taste suddenly turned eerily off.