Treating the Illness

The person who came was the middle-aged wealthy man. He returned after leaving once.

Playing with the 300 thousand yuan check in his hands, Ling Yun smiled as he asked, "Didn't you say that I was crazy over money? After parting for a while, why is this in my hands now?"

The middle-aged wealthy man turned red. He apologized to Ling Yun profusely, begging him to let bygones be bygones. His guilt was immeasurable.

"What illness is it?" Ling Yun asked while smirking.

The middle-aged wealthy man's face turned red as he scratched his head. Pulling Ling Yun into the treatment room, he lowered his voice and said, "It's… it's that. There's something wrong with…"

"It's erectile dysfunction, isn't it?" Ling Yun smiled knowingly as he said this telepathically.