Gu Shaocheng's head buzzed: "What did you say?"
Are you looking for death? How dare you introduce a male health doctor to him? Suspecting he has problems in that area, and he dares to guess?
Nan Baihao, completely unaware that he was courting disaster, still whispered like a good buddy, "What's going on? ED, PE, kidney deficiency, decreased libido..."
Nan Baihao rattled off a list of male health issues like a nursery rhyme, making Gu Shaocheng's eyelids twitch.
"It's neither. Then is it phimosis? Prostatitis?" Nan Baihao sighed deeply, patting Gu Shaocheng on the shoulder, "Hey, man, when you reach a certain age, something's bound to go wrong. Don't stress too much about it."
Gu Shaocheng's hand joints cracked, already at the limit of his restraint.
Nan Baihao, however, thought he was suppressing himself because of his illness, sympathizing even more, and consoled him, "I'll contact the male health doctor I know later. Guaranteed quick recovery, trust me."
