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."

the past and it seems to work. Could you

wrote down the preion and went to fetch the medicine herself. The clinic wasn't officially open

preion and suddenly stopped

to prescribe the Seedsaver Potion. That means

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 way

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

at Jenny

drawled,

seed, fou ounces of raspberry, two

2

Schisandra. The formula is exactly the same

herself, Jenny said grimly, "I don't know who

I learned

this preion in school."

preion doesn't even exist in the entire medical 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 grandfather and

hand over

in and she finally collapsed to the ground. Utterly overwhelmed, she cried, "What

can't give it to you even if you force me to death. Please don't harm my brother-kill me