Qian looked at Da Gen's excitement and decided to gamble boldly with him. She lowered her voice and said,
"Huang said, tomorrow I'll take you to see her. She can even cure your problem. Wait for a chubby son next year!"
The pigsty was filled with piglets, all of them plump.
"Really... cure it?" Da Gen was too excited.
Qian nodded, "Yes, it can be cured. Huang's little ghost said, although your problem has been long-term, it can be healed. The premise is that you have to keep me safe."
He paid to buy a bride for the fool, to watch the fool's wedding, yet he himself couldn't perform. What else could it be if not a male dysfunction?
With just one sentence and a deduction, Qian handled him.
