The nurse spoke fluent English. Upon hearing their conversation, she reminded them, “Both of you are still unstable. Try to talk less.”


    Hank turned to her and asked, “Miss Nurse, where are you taking me?”


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    Surprised, Hank asked, “Am I still in danger?”


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    As she spoke, she wheeled Hank into a nearby private ward.


    Just as she finished settling him in, two uniformed police officers entered. One of them looked at him and said, “Hello, I’m with the Aurous Hill police. We need to confirm why you were hospitalized for an overdose of sildenafil.”


    Hank groaned, frustrated. “Why? Because I took too much…”


    The officer pressed on, “And why did you take so much sildenafil?”


    Hank, looking even more dejected, replied, “Because I couldn’t get it up!”


    The officer sighed internally. These foreigners sure are straightforward.


    He then subtly reminded him, “Are you aware that in our country, group fornication is a crime?”


    Hank’s face fell. “But I wasn’t involved in any group fornication… I told you, I couldn’t even get it up! Officer, are you asking just to mock me?”


    The officer felt a bit awkward. Given Hank’s response, it did seem like he had unintentionally hit a sore spot.


    Clearing his throat, he changed the subject. “Are the other Americans who overdosed on sildenafil your friends?”


    Hank nodded. “Yes, they’re my friends.”


    The policeman asked again, “Did you all take sildenafil together?”


    “No!” Hank, worried about being used of gathering for fornication, quickly rified, “We arrived in China in a hurry and didn’t book rooms in the same hotel. We stayed in different ces, and I wasn’t with them when I took sildenafil. I have no idea why they ended up here.”


    The policeman responded, “ording to the doctors, all of them—just like you—overdosed on sildenafil and required emergency treatment. One of them is still in critical condition.”


    After a brief pause, the officer asked, puzzled, “Do all of you suffer from erectile dysfunction?”


    Hank, looking miserable, replied, “That’s impossible. I never had this problem before tonight. Sure, I wasn’t exactly the strongest or longeststing, so I needed a little help now and then. But tonight was different—no matter how much I took, nothing worked…”


    The policeman silently wondered, What kind of people are these…?


    He then exined, “We’re here to determine whether this involved group fornication or if someone poisoned you, leading to a collective overdose. Since you all took the drug independently and didn’t actually engage in group fornication, we won’t intervene further. If you need assistance, you can reach out to your embassy. If necessary, we can contact them on your behalf.”


    Hank was horrified. How could he let the embassy find out about something this humiliating? If word spread back home, he’d be utterly disgraced.


    He hurriedly said, “No, no, we’re almost fully recovered and will be discharged soon. We n to return to the U.S. today.”


    “That’s good,” the policeman said with a relieved nod. “Alright, we won’t bother you anymore. Get some rest and recover quickly.”


    With that, the officers turned and left.


    But Hank couldn’t shake the nagging thoughts in his mind.


    When we were all together, we seemed perfectly fine. How did we all suddenly be impotent at the same time? This doesn’t make any sense…