Transmigration: The Little Chef Calls The Shots-Chapter 1371 - 199, Tao Hua Matchmaker

What shocked him even more was that he hadn’t felt any pain at all, as if these two hands were not his own, slowly turning black. By the time the doctor arrived, the small finger on his right hand had rotted away to reveal the bone, which was utterly immobile and even black, feebly connected together.

The left hand was slightly better off, but it wasn’t much better, spurting blood out huffily, with some areas nearly exposing the bone as well.

Lady Bai, terrified of getting infected, didn’t dare come close at all and could only clutch her handkerchief, howling as though she had lost her son.

Han Taining was both anxious and irritated, loudly berating the doctor to hurry up and find a solution.

After examining for a long time, the doctor couldn’t detect anything amiss. Initially suspecting poisoning, but after using the Silver Needle, he found that it didn’t blacken at all.

This really stumped the doctor.

After consulting several doctors, the verdict was the same: to amputate Han Chaosheng’s small finger on the right hand and the two rotting fingers on the left that exposed the bone. By doing so, his hands and life could be saved.

"What? Amputate?" Lady Bai screamed, fainting away with a wail.

Han Chaosheng was even more terrified, crying hysterically as he held out his grotesque, blackened claws to Han Taining, "Dad, please, my hands can’t be cut off, I still have to become an official! How can I hold office without hands!"

Indeed, a person with a physical disability, no matter how knowledgeable or strategic in governance, could never again enter the Imperial Court to serve as an official. Amputating Han Chaosheng’s fingers was tantamount to severing his future prospects.

But if they didn’t amputate his fingers, were they supposed to let him die?

Seeing his son’s darkened hands reaching towards his own legs, Han Taining stepped back in disgust, flicking his sleeves and coldly snorted, "Not amputate? If you don’t amputate them, do you want to die? Nonsense, you must have caught something filthy outside, it deserves to be cut off!"

With that, he walked away without looking back, reasoning that he was still young, it was urgent to take in a few more Little Concubines and make haste to have more sons—that was the important matter.

Han Taining had all these thoughts racing through his mind, not even bothering to care for Lady Bai.

Han Chaosheng stared blankly at the retreating figure, as if fleeing, light shattering in his eyes. What had he just looked up and seen? Was his father abandoning him? Yes, he surely was, otherwise he wouldn’t be neglecting his own son!

"No, don’t cut off my fingers! Please, no!"

The room erupted with screams as agonizing as a pig being slaughtered, causing the entire yard to tremble.

At the entrance of Han Chaosheng’s courtyard, Han Huijuan listened expressionlessly to the noises emanating from the room. Xue Ge silently followed Han Huijuan, and although she hadn’t heard her mistress say anything, she could feel her mistress’s relief. Xue Ge glared meaningfully at Han Chaosheng’s room and curled her lips joyfully.

"Let’s go," Han Huijuan said as she turned and slowly made her way to her own courtyard. Her footsteps lightly touched the smooth cobbles in the garden, while her thoughts had already wandered back to the time when her mother had just died.

It was a day in early summer much like today, no, that noontime seemed even hotter than now. Not even three months after her mother’s death, Han Taining had elevated Lady Bai as the official wife.

She missed her mother deeply, crying profusely in her room until she fell asleep. In her sleep, she felt a pair of hands caressing her body, hands not large, but they imparted a disgusting sensation.

The young and sleeping girl couldn’t help but resist, and when she finally managed to open her eyes, what she saw was Han Chaosheng leering at her lasciviously, his wandering hands acting shamelessly and with impudent laughter.

At the recollection, Han Huijuan involuntarily halted, shivering as though the hand was once again caressing her body.

She gagged! ƒreeωebnovel.ƈom

The more Han Huijuan thought about it, the more disgusted she felt, unable to help but lean against a nearby tree, retching as Xue Ge anxiously came over to pat her back, calling out to her again and again.

Yet Han Huijuan could not hear Xue Ge’s calls at that moment, for she had returned to the memories of that day.

She screamed and wept fiercely, desperate to drive Han Chaosheng away from her presence. But she was entirely powerless to resist. Han Huijuan had never felt such pain and fear as she did now, only vaguely aware of what was coming next. She cried out, calling for her mother, calling for her father, but no one came to save her.