Penile necrosis?

This was an exceptionally challenging issue!

Neither Chinese nor Western medicine had a known effective treatment for this condition. If it was indeed necrosis, it was nearly impossible to treat.

Anthony quickly inquired, “What happened? How did this come about? Penile necrosis is extremely rare!”

Kenneth, feeling embarrassed, hesitated before saying, “I’m not sure how it happened; it just did. I went to Silverwing Hospital for a check-up, and the doctor confirmed it was necrosis…”

In desperation, he pleaded, “Uncle Simmons, please help me! You’re my only hope!”

Anthony realized the complexity of the situation was beyond his capabilities. Even with his medical expertise, he could only stabilize the necrosis to prevent further deterioration; curing it and restoring its function seemed out of reach.

With a heavy heart, he replied, “Kenneth, necrosis is widely recognized as a challenging and serious issue. Unfortunately, I’m afraid there’s little I can do…”

Kenneth responded urgently, “Uncle Simmons, I heard from the hospital doctor that you can even treat someone who has been paralyzed from the neck down. I’m only affected there; why can’t you help me?”

“To be honest, it’s not completely incurable, but the treatment costs are prohibitively high,” Anthony admitted thoughtfully. “I do have a magical elixir from my savior, and its effects are truly remarkable. I believe just half a pill could help you.”

Kenneth’s face lit up with hope as he begged, “Uncle Simmons, please give me that pill! You can’t just watch me suffer and become impotent!”

Though hesitant, Anthony said earnestly, “Kenneth, I had planned to keep this pill for emergencies. Healers often find themselves in need of healing as they age, and I may need it someday to save my own life…”

Kenneth dropped to his knees, tears in his eyes, and implored, “Uncle Simmons, you must help me! For my father’s sake and the strong bond between our families, please!”

Anthony paused, his heart racing as he wrestled with his decision.

After a moment, he let out a deep sigh and said, “Alright, I’ll give you the pill…”

Years ago, Kenneth’s father had done Anthony a favor, and although he had repaid them by serving as their family doctor for decades, he couldn’t ignore Kenneth’s plight.

As Anthony finally relented, Kenneth shouted with joy, repeatedly thanking him.

Just as Anthony went to fetch the precious elixir, Xyla burst into the clinic.

Seeing the radiant Xyla, Kenneth grinned broadly and exclaimed, “Hey, Xyla! Do you remember me? I’m Uncle Wilson!”

Xyla’s expression shifted to shock when she spotted her grandfather holding the magical elixir that Master Wade had entrusted to him. She rushed over and whispered urgently, “Grandpa, what are you doing?!”

With another long sigh, Anthony explained, “He’s injured, and I’m giving him this pill as a way to repay a family favor…”

Xyla cried out in alarm, “No, Grandpa, don’t! You’ve already repaid them countless times! And do you know who Kenneth has offended today?!”

Anthony quickly asked, “Who?”

“Master Wade!”