The fat man said urgently, "Sir, hold on, I, I still want to live."
Xu Shu frowned, "Well, the job's not around anymore, what's the point of living? You might as well die, obey me."
"Sir, Sir! I, I can endure, save me... I don't want to die..." The fat man was both scared and in pain, barely holding on, but his will to live was firm.
"Sigh, I get it."
Xu Shu was reluctant and searched for a while before he found a plaster bandage that Gu Yue Ming had previously used on him, which was quite effective at regenerating flesh and mending bone, especially for the wounds of ordinary people.
He then got a clothes-drying fork and, from a distance, tidied up the fat man's exposed intestines, then patched it with the bandage, using the blood on it to stick it in place.
A few breaths later, it had miraculously stopped bleeding.
Feeling the warm heat emanating from his lower body, the fat man knew his life was preserved, but thinking about his lost manhood, he shed two lines of hot tears.
