The Wild Doctor and the Fair Beauty

Chapter 91: Chapter 91: He Always Feels Like an Improper Old Man

Little did they know.

Jiang Xinghai was sitting cross-legged on the bed, cultivating the Heart Skill of the Eight-Nine Profound Skill, completely oblivious to the world around him.

The so-called "slapping" sounds from earlier were merely the resonant cracking of his bones and sinews as he achieved a breakthrough in his cultivation.

「The next morning.」

Jiang Xinghai got up and went out for his usual morning run.

There, by the stone table in the courtyard, he saw Shen Zhengye sitting on a stone stool, smoking a cigarette with a worried frown.

"Is something wrong, Uncle?"

Jiang Xinghai walked over and sat on another stone stool.

"Ah, Jiang. You’re up early, too."

Upon seeing Jiang Xinghai, a blush crept up Shen Zhengye’s face, as if he didn’t want to discuss what was on his mind.

"I’m in the habit of a morning run. Care to join, Uncle?" Jiang Xinghai asked.

"Sure. Wait here, I’ll go change."

Shen Zhengye got up, went back into the house, and changed into a T-shirt and shorts. "Come on, Jiang. I’ll show you around and help you get familiar with the area."

With that, the two set off at a light jog.

As they ran, Shen Zhengye described the layout of the neighborhood to Jiang Xinghai.

Jiang Xinghai smiled. "Uncle, you’ve looked troubled this whole time. Why don’t you tell me what’s bothering you?"

"Well..."

Having been asked twice, Shen Zhengye decided not to hide it any longer. Bracing himself, he said, "As you know, my Dantian was crippled for three years. During that time, my body got worse and worse, especially in... that department. It was like a limp noodle."

"I see." Jiang Xinghai understood immediately.

"For these past three years, your aunt has been very understanding."

Shen Zhengye continued, "But a few days ago, you healed my Dantian, and that... ah, that ability of mine was reawakened. I was planning to give your aunt a nice surprise, but last night..."

"You had some trouble performing last night, is that it?" Jiang Xinghai finished for him.

Shen Zhengye nodded with an embarrassed expression.

"There’s no need to worry, Uncle. I can help you restore your vigor," Jiang Xinghai said with a serious expression.

"Actually, I’d considered asking you about it. I woke up at four this morning and have been going back and forth on it ever since. A man in his fifties like me... it’s just too embarrassing to bring up." Shen Zhengye’s face grew even redder.

He felt like a dirty old man, bringing up such a topic with an outsider like Jiang Xinghai.

"You’re overthinking it, Uncle."

Jiang Xinghai explained earnestly, "Studies show that even people in their eighties need a sex life. You’re only in your fifties, Uncle. It’s perfectly normal to have these desires."

"Yes, I’ve heard that, too," Shen Zhengye said, still wearing an awkward grin.

"Besides, physical intimacy is an important factor in a couple’s relationship. That’s hardly a secret. I completely support you in this, Uncle. I’m sure your wife feels the same way, doesn’t she?" Jiang Xinghai offered a small smile.

"Your aunt, she..."

Shen Zhengye hesitated again before finally saying, "Your aunt has never once complained. About this, I mean. So, the more she stays silent about her dissatisfaction, the more I can’t get over it. I just feel like I’m letting her down terribly."

"In that case, could you tell me your specific symptoms, Uncle?" Jiang Xinghai asked tactfully.

Shen Zhengye nodded, no longer hesitating. "Last night... I guess you could say we tried twice. The first time was alright. Three minutes... no, less than three minutes."

"And the second time?" Jiang Xinghai asked.

"The second time... was probably right after you came back..."

Shen Zhengye sighed. "The second time, I was just a limp noodle from start to finish. Even when your aunt... helped me out... nothing happened."

"I understand, Uncle. Leave it to me. I’ll write you a prescription for some Chinese medicine later. I guarantee it’ll have you full of vigor in no time," Jiang Xinghai promised earnestly.

"In that case, I really owe you one!" Shen Zhengye said, quite moved. He stopped in his tracks and gripped Jiang Xinghai’s hand.

"Why are you being so formal with me, Uncle? You and Lingxue are my parents’ benefactors. It was my parents’ wish for you to be happy, so of course I’ll do everything I can to help." Jiang Xinghai offered a well-reasoned explanation, not wanting Shen Zhengye to feel indebted.

Shen Zhengye smiled and slung an arm around Jiang Xinghai’s shoulders, like a father with his son. "Jiang, forgive me for being nosy, but the night before last... you and Lingxue..."

"Uncle, please don’t misunderstand. I was just helping Lingxue treat her hemorrhoids. Nothing like what you’re thinking happened," Jiang Xinghai said with a very serious expression.

"Oh, I see..."

Shen Zhengye looked a little disappointed; he desperately wanted a young man like Jiang Xinghai as his son-in-law. "Well, if you don’t like Lingxue, what do you think of Lingyin?"

"Uncle, you shouldn’t say that. Lingxue is exceptionally intelligent and a rare beauty. What man wouldn’t like her?"

Jiang Xinghai flashed a grin, revealing a set of pearly whites. "And Lingyin is a devastating beauty, too. They’re both wonderful."

"Then... does that mean Lingxue isn’t interested in you?"

Shen Zhengye’s face lit up with understanding. "Ah, don’t you worry, Jiang. My two girls have never known hardship. Their mother and I spoiled them rotten for years, so it’s only natural they’re a bit proud and arrogant. Uncle will help you with this. In fact, how about tonight? I’ll have a surprise for you."