Lame Hong Er cried with a mournful face, "Mr. Fang, you have no idea. When a man can't perform, he doesn't even dare to go home... Every day I try two hundred times myself, but it just won't get hard... My wife's face is as cold as a butt exposed outside during winter..."
"Pah!"
Jing Xiuyun's face flushed red with anger and indignation, "Mr. Fang, look at this shameless guy, saying such nonsense!"
Fang Che applied more force with his hand, shouting sternly, "Shut up!"
"Ow... it hurts!" Er Quezi trembled all over.
"What kind of traveling doctor is so miraculous? Didn't I tell you to be honest for a few days? It'll be fine in ten days or so?" Fang Che scolded angrily.
"Mr. Fang... But it's been ten days since my new marriage..." Hong Er's face was twisted beyond recognition.
"Uh..."
Fang Che thought for a moment and said, "Then go find that doctor. What did he say?"
"The doctor said for me to come early in the morning tomorrow, and he would think of a way to help me."
