Noticing the heavy silence in the room, Keh broke the tension by asking, “Doctor, what’s the situation?”


    The doctor shook his head, a look of helplessness on his face. “Mr. Wilson, I regret to inform you that we cannot resolve your issue. Our tests indicate that you have a condition known as penile necrosis, which means the nerves in that area have sustained irreversible damage. I’m truly sorry.”


    “Is it possible that your hospital isn’t equipped to handle this?” Christopher interjected, his brow furrowed.


    The doctor shot him an annoyed nce and replied, “With the current advancements in medicine and technology, we can treat damaged nerves and help them recover over time, but necrotic nerves are beyond repair. It’s simr to a car ident; while some individuals may gradually heal, others may never regain full function.”


    Turning back to Keh, he continued in a somber tone, “In your case, unfortunately, there’s nothing anyone can do. This condition is incurable.”<h3 style="background-color:DodgerBlue">


    “What?! No! This can’t be happening!”


    Keh’splexion drained of color, his voice trembling with despair. “I have money! Ten million! Is that enough to restore my manhood?”


    The doctor maintained his serious demeanor, saying, “Nerves are like life itself. There’s a chance to save someone who is critically ill, but once a person is deceased, there’s nothing anyone can do to bring them back. Money cannot resurrect the dead.”


    He added, “Ten million dors won’t change the oue. Take Steve Jobs, for instance. He was incredibly wealthy, yet he sumbed to pancreatic cancer in his 50s!”


    Keh felt as if he had been struck by lightning, his heart racing. Was this really the end for him?


    Did the doctor mean to imply that he would live the rest of his life impotent?


    After years of hard work and umting wealth for afortable retirement, what would life hold for him if he could never reim his masculinity?


    Lost in these thoughts, the once-prominent businessman, Keh Wilson, buried his face in his hands and sobbed uncontrobly, tears cascading down his cheeks.


    Watching this unfold, Christopher felt his own eyes welling up, nearly moved to tears. As a man, he deeply empathized with Keh’s anguish.


    At that moment, he tightened his grip on his legs, vowing to protect his own manhood at all costs! A man without his virility was not truly a man!


    Suddenly, the doctor spoke up, “Mr. Wilson, to be frank, there might just be someone who can help with your condition!”


    “What? Are you serious?!” Keh eximed, a flicker of hope igniting in his voice. “Who is this person? Please tell me!”


    The doctor wore a mysterious smile. “He doesn’t work at our hospital.”


    “Then how can you be sure he can treat nerve necrosis? Didn’t you just say it’s irreversible?”<fn2afa> ?? ??? ???? ?? ???? ???? ???????s, ????s? ??s?? find?novel</fn2afa>


    “Yes, that’s true, but he is the only one who has sessfully treated it! I witnessed him cure a patient who was paralyzed from the neck down. Your case should be much simpler since it only affects a localized area.”


    Keh couldn’t contain his excitement. “Who is he? Where can I find him? Please tell me right now!”


    The doctor smiled again. “I can introduce you to him, but shouldn’t there be a referral fee?”


    Keh quickly pulled out his checkbook, writing a check for one hundred thousand dors. “I’ll give you another nine hundred thousand if this man can genuinely cure me!”


    The doctor took the check, his eyes sparkling with interest, and said, “There’s a brilliant doctor in Auruos Hill named Dr. Simmons. He recently performed a miracle by curing a quadriplegic patient at our hospital! He operates a clinic called Serene World Clinic in the city. If you consult with him, there’s a chance he can help you.”


    Keh paused, momentarily stunned, then asked with joy, “Is Dr. Simmons the same as Anthony Simmons?”<h3 ss="has-text-align-center" id="chapter-list"><strong></strong>