"What? You can really cure it?"
Andrew Jones almost jumped up again.
Then, suddenly realizing, he awkwardly said, "I... I don't have any such problem!"
"I can really cure it!" I emphasized.
Andrew Jones mumbled, "Really cure it?"
"Of course!"
Andrew hesitated.
No matter how he looked at it, this guy didn't look like a doctor. How could he possibly cure such an ailment? And what's more puzzling, how did he know about it?
Could it be... there's really something to it?
Hope ignited in his heart, and he plastered a fawning smile on his face, stood up, sat next to me, and whispered, "Bro... brother-in-law! Can you really cure this condition?"
"No problem, leave it to me," I said with a smile.
Andrew became more excited, his face turning bright red.
This problem had troubled him for a long time. As a man, having issues in this area was a blow to his self-esteem, making it hard for him to hold his head up high in front of his girlfriend.
"So... how do you treat it?"
