Late at night at Eastcliff International Airport, a private jet touched down, carrying Sam Kilgore.


    During the flight, Sam was restless, haunted by the fear that the ruby ne he had swallowed might lead to a serious intestinal blockage.


    Fortunately, he arrived safely in Eastcliff.


    Once the nended, it swiftly maneuvered down the runway to the hangar, where an ambnce awaited his arrival.


    The Kilgore family held immense power and wealth in Eastcliff, boasting a worth exceeding five hundred billion dors. They not only employed their own team of medical professionals but also owned a private hospital.<h3 style="background-color:DodgerBlue">


    The ambnce that came to retrieve him belonged to the Kilgore family’s hospital.


    Onboard were the hospital’s vice president and several gastroenterologists, all visibly anxious upon learning that Sam had ingested a ruby roughly the size of an egg attached to a ne.


    Swallowing foreign objects posed significant risks, especially withrger and oddly shaped items, which amplified the danger.


    Ingesting a ne was far moreplicated than swallowing a simple rock. Had he consumed a polished, round ruby, it might not have been a significant issue. However, the ne’s intricate design, featuring a white gold base and a series of links, drastically increased the likelihood of it bing lodged in his intestines. If he couldn’t pass it naturally, surgery would be the only remaining option.


    Samy in the ambnce, his face contorted in pain, as he learned about the potential need for surgery. “Is there really no alternative?” he asked nervously. “I’ve never had surgery before.”


    The doctor reassured him, “Don’t worry, Master Kilgore. Once we reach the hospital, we’ll perform a CT scan to determine the ne’s location. If it hasn’t yet entered your intestines, we can wait and see if you can pass it naturally. But if it’s already there and can’t be expelled, we may have no choice but to operate.”


    Feeling disheartened by this news, Sam inquired, “If surgery is unavoidable, how long will it take for me to recover fully?”


    After a moment of thought, the doctor responded, “If we need to remove the ne, you will have to remain bedridden for at least two weeks post-surgery, avoiding any strenuous activity. Complete recovery will take about three months.”


    Upon hearing he would need to be bedridden for two weeks and take three months to fully heal, Sam’s frustration boiled over. “When can I have s*x?” he demanded, teeth clenched.


    The doctor shifted ufortably, replying, “Well, sir, sexual activity is considered strenuous and is strictly prohibited after abdominal surgery. You’ll need to wait at least three months.”


    Sam rolled his eyes, feeling utterly defeated.


    Renowned as a notorious yboy, Sam frequently frequented Eastcliff’s nightclubs, mingling with models and celebrities. At his peak, he had entertained multiple romantic encounters in a single night.


    How could a man like him ept the prospect of three months without s*x?


    It felt akin to telling a chain smoker they couldn’t smoke for three months—a sentence he found unbearable.<fn0ea6> For original chapters go to FindN()vel</fn0ea6>


    Curiosity piqued, one of the doctors asked, “By the way, Master Kilgore, how did you end up swallowing such arge ne? Was it an ident? What happened?”