Kong Demin knew the old doctor must have a solution. If he couldn't offer help, then there was truly no hope.
"Doctor, I beg you, please think of a way to help me."
"There is a way, but it's not a permanent solution and it's harmful to the body."
"Doctor, we are both men. If it really can't work out, what's the point of living?
Doctor, I just got married. If it's really hopeless, I would be failing my wife. There's got to be a solution, even if it's just a few times a month.
We can't let her live like a widow, right?"
"There is a medicine that can make you feel invigorated, but it harms the body. I don't recommend you use it.
You're still young; nurturing your health over a few years might help."
"Years? Might?" Kong Demin felt his heart sink into despair.
"Alright, I'll write you a prescription to slowly nurture your health."
