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."

Could you

spoke, she wrote down the preion and went to fetch the medicine herself. The clinic wasn't

her preion

That means you must have Medieval Medicine in

expression turned ashen. She was dominated by fear, feeling as if she was pushed back into a mound of quicksand after she'd just struggled to toil her

she was on the verge of collapsing, the preion in her hand dropped to the ground

at Jenny with

he drawled,

ounces of dodder seed, fou ounces

2

The formula is exactly the same

the table to steady herself, Jenny said grimly, "I don't know who

Medicine. 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

in this world. If you don't hand over

she cried, "What

can't give it to you even if you force me to death. Please