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    “So, still in the mood to y?”


    Christina nodded.


    “Let’s go. One round. Winner takes all.”


    “Alright. What’s the stake?” The lean man smirked, his eyes crawling over her.


    “If you’re broke, you can bet your body. I’ll give you a thousand a night.”


    Christina’s stare turned cold.


    “Keep your thousand. Use it to buy meds. You’re no better than Mr. Three Seconds.”


    Someone in the crowd couldn’t hold back augh.


    “You!” The lean man’s face twisted in anger. Her words struck a nerve. Was she just making a wild guess, or was she actually a doctor?


    “Are you a doctor or what?” he growled.


    “You could say that,” Christina replied with a calm shrug.


    He frowned harder.


    “What kind of answer is that? Either you are or you aren’t!”


    Everyone stared at Christina,pletely confused, waiting for her answer.


    A faint smirk yed on Christina’s lips as she said casually,


    “I’m a veterinarian.”


    Hearing this, the crowd blinked in disbelief. They couldn’t tell if she was joking or serious—but somehow, they all felt like they’d just been yed.


    The lean man, who had thought he’d found a miracle doctor for his erectile dysfunction, looked especially furious.


    “Are you messing with me?” he snapped, ring hard.


    Christina raised an eyebrow, her smile never fading.


    “Why would you think that? I really can treat urologic issues, you know.”


    At that, several men’s eyes lit up—the lean man’s included. Hope sparked again.


    He hesitated, but curiosity pushed him forward.


    “You… you really know how?”


    “Of course!” Christina dered, radiating absolute confidence.


    The lean man almost let out augh. Whew. That was close. He had nearly exposed his condition in front of everyone.


    “I don’t buy it. Can that kind of issue really be cured?” he muttered, masking his curiosity with calcted skepticism.


    “Absolutely. A guaranteed fix,” Christina said assertively.


    Some men in the crowd perked up, thoughts racing. She was a miracle worker. There was still hope for their impotence!


    The lean man shared that thought. Rubbing his hands together, he leaned closer.


    “So… how do you treat it?”


    Christina grinned.


    “Easy. Chop it off. Problem solved for good. Cut it at the root—no more worries.”


    Every man within earshot froze. Their faces twitched. Their legs mped shut.


    Well… that would fix it. But the cost was too much.


    The lean man’s expression twisted through every emotion—shock, confusion, rage. He realized toote she’d made a fool of him. The shame burned hotter than fire.


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