Chapter 383: Chapter 144 The Truth Comes Out_2
Jin Xianrong was stunned.
The woman before him spoke indifferently, without a trace of resentment. Being in officialdom himself, how could he not understand these convoluted affairs? For the Medical Officer Institute to put forward a commoner female medical officer as a scapegoat was just their way of not wanting to invite trouble onto themselves. Yet, to preserve their own interests, they actually hid the true condition of his illness from him, not fearing they might delay his chances for a future... Such shameless wretches!
Impotence... Impotence, ah!
He suddenly thought of his late father who, past his prime, had gradually become unable to perform in bed. He suffered scorn behind his back in the inner courtyard, became gloomier by the day, and within a few years, his repressed depression took him early to his grave.
Yet he was not even thirty-five until two months later!
Jin Xianrong collapsed weakly into a chair, no longer bearing the spirited demeanor he had when Lu Tong had entered. He slumped like a frostbitten eggplant, pale-faced he spoke, "So you’re saying, my condition... this disease really is impotence?"
Impotence was always difficult to cure. The road downhill is always harder than the climb up. Over the years, he knew of people, including his own father. Once they fell into yang deficiency, it was like the river receding a thousand miles a day, never seeing the bloom of red again.
And besides... he was also well aware of his own body.
"My lord’s condition differs from others with impotence. It shows some similarities to epididymitis. If not diagnosed and treated in time, with the passing of days, my lord’s member will gradually swell and worsen, becoming unbearably itchy and painful, until it festers. In the end, to save your life, there might be a need to..." She turned around, her gaze cold as ice piercing to the bone, slowly drifting over his waist, she spoke word by word, "remove the necrotic flesh—"
As she finished her last sentence, Jin Xianrong felt a chill in his lower body, as if he saw someone holding a thin blade, slowly scraping away the dead flesh below him. He sprang from the chair, exclaiming, "How can we do this?"
Clutching his lower half as if he had already been castrated, he ran around the room like a headless fly. "Find someone! I must find the best medical officer to cure me! No matter the amount of silver!"
Lu Tong packed her medical kit calmly, her voice serene, "The medical officers designated by the Medical Officer Institute would rather lie than tell the truth to my lord, suggesting that this condition is very tricky for them. Otherwise, they wouldn’t have switched doctors so frequently."
The voice of Jin Xianrong’s clamor faltered, and his heart turned ice cold, "Does that mean... my illness is incurable?"
He was only thirty-five. Was he to follow in his father’s footsteps?
He was not ready to give up on life!
"It’s treatable."
Suddenly, he heard a voice as pleasant as music from heaven.
Jin Xianrong immediately looked up, seeing the beautiful female medical officer standing before him, giving him a slight smile, "What is tricky for them, is manageable for me... Impotence might be troublesome, but it’s not without a solution."
"Really?"
"Of course, after all, I am the top scorer of the Imperial Medical Bureau’s spring exams this year."
As if he had been transported from hell back to the mortal world, in that instant, Jin Xianrong regarded the young female medical officer as a fairy from the heavenly realms, her entire being shining with a golden light.
If it weren’t for the sake of his dignity, he would have nearly knelt before this woman.
He slumped into the chair, his voice trembling as he looked at her, "Doctor Lu, if you truly can cure me, gold, silver, treasures, you can take your pick."
The woman nodded, her demeanor gentle yet composed, as if a merciful bodhisattva had come to the rescue of the desperate, looking down high above upon helpless devotees, exuding a unique radiance against the dark background.
"Alright."
She spoke softly, "However, my lord must do as I say."
...
When leaving the Jin Mansion, Jin Xianrong especially had a carriage prepared anew for Lu Tong, and he saw her out the door with utmost respect, his proper behavior nearly made the doorman’s eyes pop out.
Lu Tong carried her medical kit onto the carriage, and the carriage set off down the street.
Today, she had to rush to two more consultations, besides Jin Xianrong, there was also an Imperial Guard from the Palace Front Office.
Fortunately, the Hanlin Medical Institute was not far from both the Jin Mansion and the Capital Marshal’s Mansion, and there was still time.
The carriage swayed along, traversing the streets of Shengjing, amidst the bustle of the market and crowds, Lu Tong’s gaze drifted into the distance.
Jin Xianrong truly had impotence, but it wasn’t as severe as she had described, not to the point of needing to cut out dead flesh. She had said so merely to intimidate him.
Before leaving for the spring exams, she had promised to help Miao Liangfang take revenge on Cui Min and had asked Miao Liangfang for a favor.
She had requested Miao Liangfang to record everything about the people he knew in the palace—their circumstances, temperament, and even their past illnesses.