Qingyun's Love: Tiger Boy Falls in Love with a Pretty Lawyer

Qingsheng and Wu Shaojun were completely baffled by the scene before them. They couldn't understand why the instructor's attitude had suddenly changed, and how Ranmo had managed to turn the tables.

Ran Mo was also slightly stunned. Although she had guessed this outcome, to be honest, she hadn't wanted to bring up that matter and poke holes in other people's secrets, as it felt a bit unfair. But for Qing Sheng, she was willing to go all out, not afraid of offending anyone.

Qingsheng walked over to Ranmo with a smile, gave her a thumbs-up, and thanked her for standing up for him and breaking the cage chains. If it weren't for Master Wu, he would have almost hugged Ranmo and kissed her.

Ran Mo smiled and said it was nothing. It was common for hermits to have eccentric and changeable temperaments.

He also told them that since the instructor had agreed, there was no need to rush into it today. They should just focus on learning martial arts and could get together to discuss things when they had more time.

Qingsheng and Wu Shaojun nodded in agreement. At that moment, in their eyes, Ranmo truly looked like a master teacher with superb skills and profound Taoism.

When Qingsheng brought Ranmo out, the two looked into each other's eyes, their feelings unspoken.

Qingsheng mentioned that Azan hadn't been here for a few days, and suggested that if things were settled, he could come to class as soon as possible. Ranmo thought to himself, well, just when I helped him out, he dragged Azan into this again.

Suddenly, she remembered what Azan had revealed to her before he left. She felt a little embarrassed and didn't know if Qingsheng knew about it. So she said goodbye to him in a hurry and went home.

As I turned a T-junction, I remembered that going straight ahead would lead me to Azan's house. It's been ages since we last saw each other, so I decided to go visit him while I still had some time. Just in case he came back, we were good friends after all.

When we got a short distance from his house, we saw a figure standing outside the gate. It was definitely Azan, judging by his figure. But his legs were spread so wide that a log could fit through them.

Ran Mo quietly slipped past the wall, trying to scare him.

Azan was looking over there when he was suddenly called out from behind and patted on the shoulder. He was so frightened that he almost fell to the ground. Then he grimaced in pain.

Ran Mo thought he was just frightened and wondered why he was so easily frightened. When he turned around, he saw that he looked unusual and sweat was dripping down his face. He immediately asked in panic what was wrong.

Azan smiled awkwardly and said it was nothing, he just took some time out to let his younger brother get some fresh air, but he didn't expect Ran Mo to show up unexpectedly. It really made him excited, oh, happy.

Ran Mo didn't quite hear what he said, and just wanted to help him back to the house quickly. His mother was not at home, and said she went to the pharmacy to buy a replacement patch for him.

Arriving at the bed, Azan slowly sat down. Ranmo asked him to lie down for a while.

Azan kicked off his shoes, slowly lifted his legs onto the bed and lay down. However, his legs were bent, refusing to lower them. Ranmo wanted to help him hold them down, but Azan quickly stopped him, saying, "Don't! It hurts."

Ran Mo heard this and thought about what Azan had said to her that day. She immediately guessed why Azan was crying out in pain. She blushed and turned her back to him.

Azan was still playing with her belt from behind her. After just two strokes, he quickly let go, fearing that it might trigger some thoughts or trigger something.

The two of them just sat there quietly. Ranmo recalled the time when Azan had also undergone a similar minor surgery in his previous life.

It wasn't that he told her in person, but he later wrote a short article and published it in Life Daily, publicly revealing his secret experience, which allowed Ran Mo to accidentally find out.

As a young man, Azan endured many embarrassing moments. He appeared innocent on the outside, but his inner self was unhygienic, which led to hidden illnesses.

Because I don't shower or change my underwear often, my urinary tract may be inflamed. Every time I urinate, I feel a dull pain. If I think about it, the pain will get worse, and I may even roll around in bed to relieve it.

Strangely, the pain didn't come after defecation, but only after urinating. He didn't know the physiological reason. Perhaps, as the old man said, he caught a cold while peeing while standing. This ailment had plagued him since childhood, and he had nowhere to turn.

It wasn't until this time when he accidentally underwent surgery at the hospital that the boy's unique "burden" was removed, and he finally got rid of the pain. It turned out that it was all caused by that layer of dirt.

It's not too tight or too long; rather, it's exposed early. But it also easily accumulates dirt. Gently peeling it back reveals the stringy dirt inside, a painful sensation.

According to tribal customs in their area, boys must be circumcised when they reach a certain age. The only thing the children made was wooden sand, which became the subject of everyone's ridicule.

Musha was born with a delicate face, like a Fuwa doll, with a rosy, stylish face and round eyes. He was honest and straightforward, yet possessed a certain spirit. He was considered one of the best-looking children in his area.

Perhaps he was a bit arrogant and proud. Azan and he were not close.

Originally, it had nothing to do with Azan, but who knows, God disposes. Because he felt that his development was different from others, other children would cup their fronts, but he was open, which felt very strange.

So, while he was in town, he asked his mother to accompany him to the hospital for a checkup. The doctor asked him what he wanted to do. He said he wanted to have the opening in front of his penis tied up, like other boys.

I don’t know if the doctor heard it wrong, but he was arranged to have a minor operation without knowing what was going on.

During the preoperative preparations, a nurse handed him a bottle of blue solution and told him to clean it two hours before the operation, but he forgot.

The young nurse was very anxious after hearing this. He asked her if it was too late to clean it now. She said nothing. Then she helped him tinker with it for a while and prepared to go to the operating table.

He lay on the operating table, letting the doctor operate. The nurse even praised him for the baby's healthy development. The anesthesia didn't hurt, and he even took a nap. When he woke up, the operation was complete. He was wheeled back to the ward.

The doctor followed him to the ward, removed the white cloth covering his lower body, pointed and scratched, and boasted that the operation was a success. He took a look and thought it was ugly and was almost crying with anger.

This was completely contrary to his original intention. He had originally done this because he was afraid of being different from his friends, but he hadn't expected the difference to be even greater. How could he face people in the future?

After the doctor left, his mother saw that he was in a bad mood and wanted to comfort him. He was very shy and even refused to let her see him. His mother wanted to ask the doctor about his condition. He had no choice but to let her see him.

There was a couple nearby, and he signaled to his mother to send the woman away. Just then, the young woman asked if they had appendectomy surgery. His mother said it was a place for urination, and the girl quickly left.

The mother didn't quite understand what was going on, so she went to see the doctor. She came back a little later and told him it was okay and that it would heal.

He had no choice but to resign himself to his fate. During the few days of recuperation after surgery, he would sing pop songs loudly to calm himself when no one was in the ward, or wander the corridors, peering in through the small windows on each ward door. He didn't dare move too much, for fear of hurting the wound.

When the doctor came to check on the ward this morning, he casually remarked that the guy in the next bed with appendicitis was quite handsome. Azan was a little hesitant. Why didn't anyone praise him?

At noon, he went to the restroom and saw an old man squatting. His lower body was covered in a gray, spiderweb-like mess. He found it disgusting and ran away. He wondered if he was also here for surgery.

A trip to the capital city revealed their financial constraints. They were frugal with everything. His mother asked him what he wanted to eat after surgery. He said he wanted jelly noodles with lots of chili peppers.

Mom bought some from a nearby stall. The spicy, sour, and fragrant jelly was very appetizing. He ate it with gusto.

The couple told them not to eat spicy food right after surgery, so they omitted the chili peppers. While he was in the hospital, his mother had nowhere else to go and wanted to squeeze in at the end of his bed.

He was worried the doctor wouldn't allow it. His mother pleaded with the doctor, and he agreed. She cared for him and completed the surgery. It's good to have a place to call home, even if it's just a small nest.

When the mother was about to be discharged from the hospital, a young and handsome doctor came to explain the precautions to her mother and also reminded her not to let the child play with Jiji for no reason. He didn't quite understand what he meant.

The doctor then asked him if he had ever felt any discomfort while urinating before. He told the doctor about the pain in his urethra after urinating. He said it might get better in the future, and they were discharged.

Shortly after the surgery, they went to their uncle's house in the suburbs. A mischievous little cousin came up and tried to rob his bird's nest. He was terrified. Even a touch hurt, let alone a violent one. He quickly pushed him away.

Back in town, he didn't tell anyone about it. No one knew he'd had the surgery. Many people probably hadn't even heard of it being done there. Besides Musa, he was considered quite avant-garde.

In the evening, he and Musha squatted by the flower bed in the train inspection station's yard, waiting to watch TV there. One of them was silent, while the other was scratching the ground with a straw.

He turned his head to look at Musha, wondering whether he should discuss this matter with him. After all, this was a point they had in common.

Seeing him being a little arrogant, he swallowed the words that were about to come out of his mouth.

What makes Azan happiest is that the pain he previously experienced when urinating has disappeared, which is an unexpected benefit. He was not optimistic about this unexpected "baptism" at first, but now he is quite accepting of it.

Not only is it good for hygiene, but without the restraint, the development of a large head and thick neck is also pleasing. It was not until many years later, after watching a physiological education blockbuster, that I realized that this "appearance" was considered the standard for men.