Soon, additional test results arrived at the ward.


    Strangely, all tests for toxins, heavy metals, and radioactive substances came back with the same result: Not detected.


    A normal person would have been relieved.


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    Noticing this, the private doctor looked at him with confusion and asked respectfully, “Sir, with so many good results in a row, why do you look more and more serious?”<h3 style="background-color:DodgerBlue">


    Hank was frustrated.


    He couldn’t admit that he had been hoping for an abnormal result—something to exin his sudden impotence.


    Instead, he said, “I once heard a saying from the Chinese. It suggests that people who frequently experience minor ailments tend to live longer, while those who never get sick are more likely to develop a severe illness suddenly and die quickly. Do you think there’s any truth to that?”


    The private doctor hesitated for a moment before smiling. “I wouldn’t say it’s entirely true—it’s more of a survivor bias. I believe people with frequent minor ailments don’t necessarily live longer because of them, but rather because they visit hospitals and doctors more often. This increases the chances of detecting major health issues early.”


    He continued, “On the other hand, those who are consistently healthy may becent, assuming nothing will ever go wrong. If cancer cells are developing in their body, they might not notice until it’s toote—when the disease has reached an advanced stage.”


    “Yeah!” Hank nodded, giving a thumbs-up. “That makes sense! People should trust science!”


    But then, a thought crept into his mind.


    “No, wait… Trust science? I have impotence, and science can’t find the cause. This clearly falls outside the realm of science.”


    Dismissing the doctor’s reasoning, he muttered to himself, “Whatever the case, I still hope they find something.”


    The private doctor was taken aback, thinking to himself, What’s wrong with this guy? Hank had always been extremely cautious about his health. If anything abnormal appeared, he was usually the first to panic and insist on the best treatment avable.


    So why was he hoping for a problem today?


    He couldn’t understand it.


    Just then, his phone buzzed with a message from the attending doctor, asking him toe to the office immediately.


    The private doctor quickly stood up and said, “Sir, the doctor needs to see me for something. I’ll be right back.”


    Hank nodded, and the private doctor left for the office.


    Once he was gone, Hank messaged the group chat: Brothers, all my test results so far are normal. This is both good and bad news. The good news is that my pancreas seems fine—so don’t worry, I won’t be getting the ‘king of cancers.’ The bad news is, if nothing abnormal turns up, then our impotence issue might not have a medical exnation.


    Everyone in the group fell into a gloomy silence.


    Meanwhile, the private doctor arrived at the attending doctor’s office.


    He pushed open the door and asked urgently, “Dr. Johnson, what’s the matter? Why did you call me over so urgently?”


    Dr. Johnson nodded, his expression grave. “George, Ipared Mr. Hank’s current test results with those from three months ago. One indicator shows a concerning abnormality.”


    “That’s great!” the private doctor blurted out. “You have no idea—Mr. Hank has been waiting all night for something to be wrong!”


    Dr. Johnson stared in shock. “Waiting for an abnormality? What do you mean? Is Mr. Hank actually hoping for something to be wrong?”


    The private doctor chuckled. “Exactly. He wants some sort of issue to show up. The fact that everything keepsing back normal is making him even more anxious.”