âYeah!â Muyan very readily admits to it, âDonât tell me that itâs not allowed? Or are the Xuan Medical Pavilionâs stipulations merely written for show?â
âNo, please give us a moment!â the old man turns to Zhang Mingkun, âTake the girlâs seal and retrieve all the Dragon Bone Grass and Smelted Marrow Flower from the Herb Warehouse.â
âHold on! Who allowed you to sell her rare herbs!â
Deng Hongfengâs agitated voice suddenly interjects.
An indignant flame burns in his eyes, pointing and raining curses on Muyan: âSlut, donât think that you can swindle rare herbs from our Xuan Medical Pavilion. I now suspect that youâve cheated in the Senior Doctorâs Assessment, the outcome of the assessment earlier is invalid!â
âDonât think youâre so great just because you diagnosed what Ghost Thorn, slut, you must have an colluded with someone to cheat. Itâs you, isnât it, Zhang Mingkun. Werenât you seduced by this little slut, so you speak out to help her over and over again?â
âYou, you shouldnât fabricate stories to slander others!!â Zhang Mingkun is shaking out of anger, his face swells and turns purple.
Deng Hongfeng is immensely proud of himself as he says: âI exposed you so you fly into a rage out of humiliation? Humph, I thought that thereâs something queer about todayâs matters. Apparently, everything was just a scheme by you two adulterers. You slut, without any real skill or knowledge...â
Muyan sighs softly, her gorgeous face revealing a helpless expression.
But in those glimmering peach blossom eyes, thereâs a sharp chill, âAt first, I really didnât want to talk about the illness of the ninth patient in this room. But since Dr. Deng thinks that I donât have real ability and learning, then I see that I should still demonstrate... exactly that.â
âWhat? Ninth patient?â
âIs there still a ninth patient somewhere?â
Ten people were used as specimens for the examination, and there were supposed to be three among them that arenât sick, while the other seven are sick.
Since Muyan later detected that patient no.9 has Ghost Thorn, isnât it reasonable to say that there are only eight patients?
Where is the ninth one?
Muyanâs lovely eyes looks Deng Hongfeng up and down.
A languid, evil, and arrogant breath seems to appear on her body, making people both eager and fearful.
âThis person is sick. The name of the illness is Erectile Dysfunction. The so-called ED, also known as impotence, the illness is the inability of a man to keep an erection...â
Pfftâ!
Hearing Muyanâs words, someone couldnât help spray out a mouthful of tea.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om
Itâs unexpectedly this kind of illness!
Thereâs also some people with sluggish faces. Soon after, they steal glances left and right, apparently wanting to find the man who has this kind of dysfunction.
And itâs like a basin of cold water is pouring down Deng Hongfengâs head. His complexion turns from red to green, from green to purple, and from purple to white.
At this very moment, thereâs only one thought in his mind.
How does she know?
How could she possibly know?!
Then, what Muyan says next further alarms him, that he almost jumps up screaming.
âDr. Deng, do you need me to say who is this person with ED, so I can prove my ability?â
With this statement, everyoneâs eyes couldnât help but gather on Deng Hongfeng.
Cold sweat is pouring down Deng Hongfengâs forehead, but he puts on a bold face and says: âYou, you stop talking nonsense, alarmist talk...â
âOh? Dr. Deng is still unconvinced?â
Muyan laughs once more, her laughter is like a wind-chime of purple cowries blown by the wind, inexplicably sweet-sounding and pleasant to hear, âThen Iâll add a little more.â
âThis person is temperamental as a result of having ED for many years, and he likes to amuse himself by abusing the opposite sex.â