Xie Jingchen really couldn't help but feel like spitting blood.
With a flick of his hand, he tossed Su Jin, who he was holding, onto the bed.
Though the bed was soft, it was still a wooden plank bed. Being thrown onto it, her backside hit hard, causing Su Jin to grimace in pain.
She glared at Xie Jingchen.
Xie Jingchen, holding his forehead, walked off with large strides.
He was indeed quite ill.
He actually asked her for a cure for impotence.
No matter where she learned her medical skills from.
The doctor who taught her shouldn't have taught her this.
The door creaked open and then shut with another creak.
Su Jin couldn't help but laugh.
Compete with her?
You're still too young!
But impotence...
Su Jin laughed for a long time and then began to ponder this matter.
If her guess was correct, it should be that Third Master fell ill,
