Lin Yang was a little confused when he heard the sound.
"That aspect?"
"What? You, the great doctor, still don't understand what I mean?" The man snorted coldly, feeling particularly dissatisfied.
But even though he said this, Lin Yang still heard the man's embarrassed tone.
Combined with the other party's secretive behavior, Lin Yang suddenly realized.
"I understand, you are the one with the problem!"
The man shuddered and turned around suddenly to pull down his hood.
Although he was not wearing a mask, most of his face was covered by a hood, making it difficult to see his true appearance.
He took a deep breath of cigarette and said coldly: "Can you cure it? Stop nagging me, mother-in-law. If you don't have this ability, I will find someone else."
"My friend, I have indeed dabbled in andrology, but the problem is that I don't know anything now. How can I treat you? To cure the disease, you have to listen, listen and ask!" Lin Yang shrugged.
After hearing this, the man was silent for a long time, then suddenly lifted up his robe, untied his belt, and started to pull off his pants.
"What are you doing?" Lin Yang was stunned and asked hurriedly.
"Didn't you say that I would like to hear and ask about it? I will let you see it!" The man gritted his teeth and said angrily.
A sense of humiliation arose spontaneously.
Lin Yang couldn't laugh or cry: "No, no, my friend, I just need to take your pulse! You don't have to do this!"
Such masters care about face the most.
The reason why he came to Lin Yang wearing a mask and a cloak was because he didn't want Lin Yang to know his identity.
If others knew that he was not good at that aspect and the incident spread, wouldn't it be a disgrace? Then no matter where he goes, he might not be able to hold his head up.
Lin Yang also thought of this and decided to take his pulse.
In fact, it would be more direct to look at the goods directly.
Upon hearing this, the masked man secretly breathed a sigh of relief, quickly lifted up his pants, put out his cigarette butt, put on his mask again, and walked to Lin Yang.
"Sit down."
Lin Yang pushed aside the empty wine bottle and peanut shells on the table.
The man sat down and rolled up his sleeves.
Lin Yang took his pulse.
For about half a minute, he couldn't help but frown.
"What's going on? Did you hear something went wrong?" the masked man asked urgently.
Lin Yang glanced at him, pondered for a moment and said: "If I guess correctly, your problem should be caused by practicing Qigong, right?"
"Yes." The man hesitated for a moment and nodded: "The exercises I practiced did have such side effects. I didn't care about it at first, but as I continued to practice, the problem became more and more serious. Until a year ago,
I realized that I was completely unable to regain my glory! In the past year, I have traveled all over the country, visited famous doctors, and looked for various treatments, but none of them worked! Dr. Lin, I am the only one left in my family. If I can't do anything,
!Then my family will be completely exterminated! So no matter what, you have to cure me! Don’t worry, I will reward you generously!”
"There is no need for a large reward. Since you came to ask me for help, I will help you to some extent, even though we met by chance." Lin Yang said calmly.
The man was silent.
Lin Yang took out a silver needle and pricked the man's body a few times, then reached out and pinched his calf.
Immediately a feeling of soreness came over me.
Although the man was very strong, he couldn't resist the pain and couldn't help but let out a cry of pain.
