The Great Medical Saint (Matthew)

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."

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

herself. The clinic wasn't officially open

her preion and suddenly

Seedsaver Potion. That means you

dominated by fear, feeling as if she was pushed back into a mound of quicksand after she'd just struggled

collapsing, the preion in her hand dropped to the ground and twirled toward the man. He bent down

Jenny

drawled,

ounces of raspberry, two ounces

2

of Schisandra. The formula is exactly the same as the one from Medieval

herself, Jenny said grimly, "I don't know who you are and who you represent. Again, I don't

I learned

this preion in school."

industry, let alone in schools. Only Medieval Medicine has it. "Jenny, do you think you can take the Medieval Medicine with you just because someone helped you? Have you forgotten how your

you don't hand over

collapsed to the ground. Utterly overwhelmed, she cried, "What on

you force me to death. Please don't harm