(Note: WARNING!
WARNING!
If you’re eating while reading this chapter, you better skip to the next chapter.
You’ve been warned.) This was why Xu Damao was truly wicked.
He was a projectionist.
Aside from going to the countryside to show movies, he did not have much to do at the factory.
So he spent most of his time drinking water outside the public toilet, going to the restroom six times in a single morning.
“Xu Damao, you fucking peed outside again!” Sha Zhu and Jia Dongxu said angrily.
“So what if I peed outside?
Aren’t you guys here to clean it up?” Xu Damao said nonchalantly.
“If you piss outside again, I’ll beat you to death.
Do you believe me?” Sha Zhu threatened.
“Try it.” Xu Damao tilted his head back.
“You’re a convict now, and you still dare hit someone in the factory?
Do you want to clean toilets for the rest of your life?” “You…!” Sha Zhu was almost furious, but he really did not dare make a move.
They were now the focus of the security department’s patrols.
“Your grandpa needs to take a dump now.
Get out of the way.” Xu Damao took off his pants and squatted over the pit, deliberately making things difficult for them.
Sha Zhu and Jia Dongxu exchanged a glance, as if they had reached a tacit understanding.
“Hey, what’s that on the roof?” Jia Dongxu exclaimed.
“What?” Xu Damao looked up at the ceiling.
Without saying a word, Sha Zhu pushed Xu Damao straight into the cesspit.
The public toilets of this era were not the concrete flushing structures of later generations.
They were semi-wooden structures, with the septic pit connected beneath two wooden planks.
Half of Xu Damao’s body fell in, and he was still sliding downward.
“Oh no!
Someone fell into the toilet!” Sha Zhu’s hoarse voice rang out.
“Oh no, someone fell into the toilet!” “Go call Dr.
Cole right away!” “Everyone, hurry and help!” … The news spread quickly.
Within minutes, hundreds of people had gathered outside the public restroom.
After receiving the notice, Leon hurried over.
He knew that falling into a septic pit was no joke.
Some people who fell in would be unable to withstand the shock and might lose consciousness.
Moreover, the filth inside was substantial.
Once it entered the nasal cavity or throat, it could truly kill a person.
Xu Damao was struggling in the septic pit.
When Leon arrived, someone had already thrown down a rope and tied it around his waist.
Then seven or eight people pulled him up with all their strength.
After finally pulling Xu Damao out, a pungent stench made Leon take a step back.
He did not know what was wrong with this era, but everything was so thick.
“Ugh!” Some people could not bear the smell and immediately began vomiting.
Many of the women ran far away before daring to breathe.
“Brother Xu, what happened to you?” Leon asked, pinching his nose.
“Yeah, Damao, how can you fail even at squatting over a toilet?
Did you go out and do something bad last night?” Sha Zhu said, trying to stab at his pride.
“Silly Zhu, how can you say that?
Damao isn’t even married yet,” Jia Dongxu said seriously.
“That’s true, but why would his legs go weak?” As Sha Zhu and Jia Dongxu continued their banter, many onlookers pointed and whispered among themselves.
Some gloated, some mocked him, but no one sympathized.
That was how it was.
If someone fell into a toilet, everyone would treat it as a spectacle.
Leon’s perception was extremely sharp, and he immediately noticed that Xu Damao was not only trembling all over, but his eyes had also turned bloodshot.
Was this a sign that he was about to go berserk?
Without saying a word, Leon ran far away.
“Silly Zhu, I’ll fuck your grandma!” Sure enough, accompanied by Xu Damao’s furious roar, a wave of stench rushed straight toward Sha Zhu and Jia Dongxu.
Xu Damao not only hugged the two of them, but also kept grabbing filth from his body and stuffing it toward their mouths.
“Holy shit!” Even Leon, whose mental strength was fairly strong, could not help vomiting.
Sha Zhu and Jia Dongxu naturally refused to give in, and the three of them immediately started fighting.
But Xu Damao had a buff at this moment.
Even the “Courtyard War God” Sha Zhu only wanted to escape instead of continuing the fight.
As for Jia Dongxu, that weakling was already lying on the ground, vomiting nonstop.
During the struggle, filth flew from Xu Damao’s body, and several nearby workers were immediately splattered.
“Ahh!” The workers screamed in agony.
Sha Zhu kept vomiting while fighting, desperately trying to maintain the majesty of the Courtyard War God.
But at this moment, Xu Damao had transformed into the “Toilet God of War,” and the filth hanging from his body had become his best weapon.
“Ugh!” Even the women watching from a distance turned pale and vomited repeatedly.
The battle lasted a full fifteen minutes.
It was only when security personnel arrived with water hoses and sprayed them down that the fight finally ended.
Afterward, however, both Sha Zhu and Jia Dongxu cried from grievance.
Because a saying quickly spread throughout the factory: “Sha Zhu and Jia Dongxu were fed shit by Xu Damao.” Inside the security office, the three men gave conflicting accounts.
Xu Damao insisted that Sha Zhu had pushed him down, while Jia Dongxu testified on Sha Zhu’s behalf, saying that was not the case at all.
In the end, the security department could not be bothered with them anymore.
They gave the three of them a harsh scolding and released them.
When Leon returned to the infirmary, he was almost completely exhausted from vomiting.
That scene had been far too impactful.
Around noon.
Many people in the factory lost their appetite, resulting in very little leftover food in the canteen.
Leon also had no appetite.
He felt a little better after drinking a coconut, but only a little.
Just then, someone pushed the door open and came in.
“Director Wang, what brings you here?” Leon asked in surprise.
It was Wang Haoran, director of the steel rolling mill’s canteen.
Do not underestimate him just because he was only a canteen director.
There were ten canteens in the steel rolling mill, along with nine deputy canteen directors.
Haoran not only oversaw canteen operations, but also directly managed one of them.
He might not seem eye-catching in the steel rolling mill, but his position was quite high, and he held considerable power.
“I’ve heard that Dr.
Cole’s medical skills are superb.” Haoran smiled broadly, took out a stack of coupons from his pocket, and quietly pushed them over.
Ever since Director Yang had given Leon a sewing machine coupon last time, these leaders all brought something with them when they came to see the doctor, as if they would lose face otherwise.
Leon did not even take his pulse before saying with a wry smile, “Director Wang, you’re not young anymore.
You need to restrain yourself when it comes to matters between husband and wife.” His face was pale, his eyes were sunken, and the dark circles beneath them were comparable to a panda’s.
He kept wiping sweat after walking only a few steps.
What else could it be if not excessive indulgence?
Haoran was shocked, but then he smiled bitterly and said, “Dr.
Cole, to be honest, I actually have no interest in women at all.” “Then what is this…?” “There’s a tiger at home.” Haoran sighed and then explained his difficulties.
There was nothing complicated about it.
He had obtained his current position with the help of his father-in-law.
Even though his father-in-law had already retired, his influence remained strong, and Haoran did not dare offend the tigress at home in the slightest.
Leon pondered for a moment before saying, “There are two options.
First… I can help you regain your former glory.” “First.
I choose the first…” Haoran said eagerly.
The second option was to help his tigress calm her mind and reduce her desires.
Leon’s lips moved, but in the end, he did not say it aloud.
To be honest, Haoran’s hair had already turned completely white.
After living a comfortable life for many years, he had many hidden health problems.
If Leon truly helped him regain his former glory, it might negatively affect his lifespan.
A person’s bodily functions were finite.
Every bit of overexertion depleted them further.
Someone who could have lived to ninety might, after excessive depletion, fail to reach even seventy.
This was what the Qing Nang Shu(*Green Salve Anthology) referred to as the cycle of nature.