Chapter 2: You’re Fit to Be a Eunuch!

"You... how did you manage to break free from the restraints?"
Wang Jun'an's pupils contracted in terror at the sight before him.
When he met Jiang Hao's eyes, ablaze with fury, his fear grew, and he involuntarily began to retreat.
"Heh!"
Jiang Hao sneered, suddenly advancing on Wang Jun'an, gripping his throat and slamming him onto the hospital bed. His voice was cold:
"Perhaps Heaven couldn't bear to see this, and decided my fate shouldn't end here!"
"In the past, for Su Qingli's sake, I tolerated your endless provocations so she wouldn't be troubled. But today, it all ends!"
"Isn't that wretch your favorite? I'll send you on your way first, and then I'll bring her to join you!"
With those words, his hand tightened.
Wang Jun'an gasped for air, panic-stricken, and shouted desperately to the other medical staff:
"Quick! Pull him off me—he's gone mad! He's completely lost it!"
The medical staff, finally snapping out of their shock, rushed forward to pry Jiang Hao away.
But Jiang Hao, hair bristling with rage and strength surging, was beyond their power to restrain.
He seized Wang Jun'an's body, swinging him like a weapon in a sweeping arc.
Already frail and unprepared for combat, the staff tumbled every which way.
Jiang Hao sneered once more, his tone icy:
"The lot of you, accomplices in evil—you'd better stay out of my sight!"
"Otherwise, I'll settle your accounts as well!"
The crowd exchanged fearful glances, none daring to approach.
Meanwhile, Wang Jun'an, suffocating, grew dizzy, the terror of impending death overwhelming him.
Only now did he realize Jiang Hao was no longer the useless man he could mold at will.
If he couldn't quell Jiang Hao's wrath, perhaps today he truly would lose his life here.
Die? Impossible!
He was still young—how could he die like this?
Face drained of color, Wang Jun'an abandoned all pride, sobbing and pleading:
"Jiang Hao, please calm down—I was wrong, I shouldn't have targeted you, nor should I have harbored such malicious thoughts!"
"But everything today was orchestrated by Su Qingli; I was merely an accomplice at most, not deserving of death. Please, have mercy—spare my worthless life!"
"Besides, murder is a crime. It's not worth ruining yourself over garbage like me—really, it's not worth it!"
It had to be said: Wang Jun'an would do anything to survive.

Once proud, now utterly humbled.
Jiang Hao listened, nodding slightly:
"You're right—scum like you isn't worth dirtying my hands over."
Yet if he let him off so easily, how could he vent his fury?
After a brief pause, Jiang Hao recalled the medical legacy he had just received, which contained techniques specifically for punishing evildoers.
For instance, the art of sealing acupoints.
Acupoints, some life, some death, each corresponding to a bodily function. The sealing technique could disable an acupoint, rendering its function void.
With this in mind, Jiang Hao bent his fingers, pressing heavily on Wang Jun'an's waist, and with a strange smile said:
"Death may be spared, but suffering is inevitable."
"You enjoy beautiful women, do you? From now on, you'll be a eunuch."
"Someone like you never deserved descendants anyway."
"What?"
Wang Jun'an was stunned, then suddenly felt a vital acupoint—first burning, then chilling, then numb.
He reached to examine it, only to find it limp as a worm.
In that instant, his heart plunged into an abyss.
With all a man's pleasures gone, what difference was there between living and dying?
"No, please don't do this to me—I know I was wrong, truly I do!"
"Whatever you want, I'll give you—just let me remain a whole man!"
"I beg you, I beg you!"
Wang Jun'an, face ashen, knelt before Jiang Hao, begging with utmost humility.
Yet Jiang Hao was unmoved, sneered, and strode out of the operating room.
Only then did the medical staff, previously cowed by Jiang Hao, hurry to help Wang Jun'an up, whispering anxiously:
"Director Wang, Jiang Hao has escaped. Without the kidney donor, how will we answer to the Bai family?"
This reminder jolted Wang Jun'an, but he quickly regained his composure, biting out fiercely:
"How will we explain? We'll tell them the truth!"
"Jiang Hao thinks escaping will save him? Naive! The Bai family will do anything for Old Master Bai!"
"Besides, without this kidney, I'm not the only one anxious—Su Qingli, that foolish woman, is too!"

With these words, he smiled darkly, pulled out his phone, and dialed the Bai family.
Meanwhile, Jiang Hao, after leaving the operating room, hadn't gone far—he leaned against the corridor wall, silently waiting.
He knew Wang Jun'an, after suffering such humiliation, would never let matters rest.
Moreover, there were people he needed to meet, matters that required resolution.
For instance, Su Qingli.
And the Bai family.
Given that only his kidney matched Old Master Bai's, this issue, if unresolved, would haunt him forever.
With his newly acquired medical skills, curing kidney failure would be effortless.
If so, why not?
Besides, wasn't Su Qingli determined to win the Bai family's favor, scheming against her own husband for it?
He was curious: if he cured Old Master Bai and became the Bai family's benefactor, what expression would that woman wear?
As expected, barely five minutes later, a group of bodyguards in black surrounded him:
"Mr. Jiang Hao, the Bai family requests your presence."
Jiang Hao smiled faintly, "I've been waiting for you. Lead the way."
The Bai family, as Maple City's premier clan, occupied the most luxurious VIP ward even during hospitalization.
When the bodyguards brought Jiang Hao to the ward's entrance, he immediately saw a young woman in a white dress pacing anxiously outside.
Her hair was long and glossy, skin pale as snow, her figure graceful, and her beauty a blend of innocence and allure—truly a rare enchantress.
Any man who saw her would be captivated.
Yet Jiang Hao's gaze was complicated.
Though everything Wang Jun'an said—and the past—proved that Su Yuli had only ever used him, never showing a shred of genuine affection,
she was, after all, the woman he once loved most. How could he simply let go?
His willingness to come was born of a last hope:
that perhaps she was not involved.
But now, that hope was shattered.
It turned out she truly had orchestrated it all.