The man's face fell. How could Jenny fail to understand such a simple matter?
He cleared his throat. Fixing his gaze on the table, he muttered, "My wife wants to have sex with me, but I can't get in the mood."
Jenny flushed. She did study modern medicine in school and learned traditional medicine from Walter, but she was still caught off guard. She was a woman, after all.
Regaining her composure, she said, "Let me take your pulse."
The man propped his hand on the table and stared at her.
Placing her fingers on his wrist, Jenny took his pulse carefully. Her brows were drawn into a tight knot with time.
She finally stopped and stated, "You're not ill at all."
The man chuckled. "You're remarkable for being able to tell that. I'm not ill; I'm asking for a friend."
Jenny shook her head. "I can't prescribe medicine without knowing the patient's condition."
"My friend said he's taking a fertility medicine called Seedsaver Potion to rejuvenate himself. He took this medicine in the past and it seems to work. Could you prepare two doses for me to take back to him?"
"Oh," Jenny exclaimed. "In this case, I'll prepare two doses of the medicine for you then."
As she spoke, she wrote down the preion and went to fetch the medicine herself. The clinic wasn't officially open yet, so she had to play the roles of a doctor and a pharmacist.
The man spotted her preion and suddenly stopped her.
"You know how to prescribe the Seedsaver Potion. That means you must have Medieval Medicine in your possession."
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