The Great Medical Saint (Matthew) novel Chapter 136

The man's face fell. How could Jenny fail to understand such a simple matter?

He cleared his throat. Fixing his gaze on the table, he muttered, "My wife wants to have sex with me, but I can't get in the mood."

Jenny flushed. She did study modern medicine in school and learned traditional medicine from Walter, but she was still caught off guard. She was a woman, after all.

Regaining her composure, she said, "Let me take your pulse."

The man propped his hand on the table and stared at her.

Placing her fingers on his wrist, Jenny took his pulse carefully. Her brows were drawn into a tight knot with time.

She finally stopped and stated, "You're not ill at all."

The man chuckled. "You're remarkable for being able to tell that. I'm not ill; I'm asking for a friend."

Jenny shook her head. "I can't prescribe medicine without knowing the patient's condition."

"My friend said he's taking a fertility medicine called Seedsaver Potion to rejuvenate himself. He took this medicine in the past and it seems to work. Could you prepare two doses for me to take back to him?"

"Oh," Jenny exclaimed. "In this case, I'll prepare two doses of the medicine for you then."

As she spoke, she wrote down the preion and went to fetch the medicine herself. The clinic wasn't officially open yet, so she had to play the roles of a doctor and a pharmacist.

The man spotted her preion and suddenly stopped her.

"You know how to prescribe the Seedsaver Potion. That means you must have Medieval Medicine in your possession."

"I can't give it to you even if you force me to death. Please don't harm my brother—kill me instead!"

The man grinned. His tone resembled a devil's as he barked, "You would've been dead if you didn't know where Medieval Medicine was."

Jenny was at her wit's end. She'd never seen the Medieval Medicine text; Walter taught her everything she knew verbally.

Taking a pen from the pen holder on her desk, the man flipped over the preion paper earlier and scrawled a number on it.

"This is my number. Call me if you want to meet your brother. You only have one day to hand over Medieval Medicine. If you fail to do so, I'll livestream the extraction of your brother's kidneys!"

He grabbed the paper, crumpled it, and hurled it at Jenny's face. Petrified, she drew her eyes shut and screamed.

The man was already walking toward the door when she opened her eyes again.