I was desperate to find out what had happened to my deskmate. But the next day, when I handed him a thick stack of materials I’d prepared, he immediately applied to switch seats.
From then on, we were separated by three groups of desks, and he never spoke to me again. Shortly after, we graduated from high school. We never saw each other again.
But that incident… it shaped my decision to specialize in men’s health.
Because I was absolutely, positively certain—I hadn’t seen wrong!
Snapping out of my memories, I looked back at the boy in front of me and said, “Your long-term masturbation has caused prolonged congestion in your genitourinary system. Now, you’ve got prostatitis, and you’re also showing signs of kidney deficiency.”
As I scribbled on the prescription pad, I explained the precautions he needed to take. “First, you need to quit your… hand activities. I’ll prescribe some medication, but you must take it regularly and on time—”
The boy kept sneaking glances at me while trying to avoid direct eye contact. He’d initially assumed that men’s health doctors would all be middle-aged uncles. Who would’ve thought his doctor would turn out to be a young, good-looking man with an air of frosty indifference?
Having such a problem was already embarrassing enough for him. Now, with a doctor like this, it was downright unbearable! He wished he could vanish into thin air right then and there!!!!!!
His heart filled with despair, and the moment I finished speaking, he grabbed the prescription and bolted out of the room.
Watching the boy’s flustered, panic-stricken departure, I nodded in satisfaction. Now this was the attitude of a good patient! Seek help promptly and take it seriously.
Not like my deskmate back then.
Ah, speaking of him… I couldn’t help but feel a bit melancholic.
As I held my men’s health specialist license, I could say with absolute certainty that my deskmate back then had prostatitis.
I just didn’t know whether he’d ever gotten it treated in time.
