Did the eunuch cut the egg or the chicken?

The first step is to cut the pills first. Cut a deep hole on the left and right sides of the balloon, horizontally instead of vertically. The main thing is to cut the tendons first and then squeeze them out, so that the pills can be squeezed out from the incision. Squeezing is extremely painful, but there are tricks. When I cut it, I put a peeled boiled egg in my mouth and stuck it in my throat before squeezing it out. It's a small matter that I can't shout out, mainly because I can't get it out. It was almost dead. So I worked hard, my body was stiff and my stomach was bulging. I squeezed out the pills while struggling desperately. At this time, stick a good piece of pig bile on both sides of the balloon. Pig bile is sticky, which can stop bleeding and reduce swelling. I don't know why, my whole body is cold sweat, and I feel sweat under my hair. I have no strength at all.

The second step is to cut the power (the eunuch is called braid, which may be the flexion of the whip). This is a technical job. If you cut it very shallowly, the fragile bones inside will bulge out in the future, so you must have another knife, commonly known as' brushing stubble', which is no more painful than the first knife; If the incision is deep, the meat will collapse and form a pit after healing in the future, and the urine will be fan-shaped when it is released, which will cause inconvenience to life. Nine out of ten eunuchs have urinary crotch problems, mostly sequelae of castration. After the body cleaner cuts the pills, sharpen the knife. Then pinch the penis with your fingers, squeeze the root tightly, and let the deputy put a cold and hard boiled egg into my mouth and block my throat. I feel the pain in my lower body like a poker pliers, and I don't know anything after being confused for a while.

It is in a flash that I feel that my lower body is working at a low salary. By this time, I had cut it, inserted a straw, and chopped a pig's gallbladder into a butterfly shape and applied it to the wound, leaving only a hole in the straw. Finally, put a cut narrow board between my legs and hold up the balloon. At this time, I was shaking all over, even my cheeks felt beating and my throat was as hot as fire. After a long time, a man came in and I begged him for a drink. He used an old rubber ball and cut a small round hole in it to absorb water. The crock is full of smelly marijuana water I cooked in the morning, which is enough for me to drink for two or three days.

I don't believe that chaste teachers have compassion. Drinking marijuana before the operation is to confuse me so that I can have the operation. After the operation, I still drink marijuana water, which makes me have diarrhea. Marijuana is a laxative, and reducing urine excretion after drinking it is to ensure the success of the operation. As for the pain, I think they seldom consider it. The next day, I was given millet porridge, which was also sucked into my mouth by a broken ball. Who wants to pick up a bowl and feed me? There is a broken crock basin under the bedplate, which gives me diarrhea.

Three days later, at first glance, there was only an empty bag with a flat skin, but the suffering was not over. I pat my legs three times a day, and every time I pat them, my heart is broken and I am trembling with pain. It is said that if you don't pull it out, your waist may be wobbly and you will never be able to straighten up. I can only put up with everything.