The Devil Doctor's Spicy Love-Chapter 383: Hou Jielun

Jia’s jaw dropped, not because of hearing about the illness but that the age didn’t match.

"Isn’t Hou Jielun...too young for that? I heard that it happens generally after forty?"

Yang Cheng said, "There is no specific age for that but like you said, it’s more common to have it after forty. But it happens with young men too."

"Oh."

Though Jia found it hard to believe that Yang Cheng would be somebody’s personal doctor like that. He sort of read the conundrum in her mind.

"That family had poured hefty money on our hospitals and researches at that time. I was obliged."

Though expressionless, Jia caught the tone of his apparent grimace when he said ’obliged.’ It felt like he would have rather never visited that place in his lifetime.

"Did his condition improve?"

"No. It was because of a multitude of psychological factors that was affecting his performance. But yes, there were physical factors too. Around his teenage, he was a regular consumer of alcohol, tobacco and drugs."

Her eyes widened. When she imagined Hou Tengqi and the middle brother, Hou Anming, they looked to be pretty decent, at least on the surface. Suddenly, a thought struck her.

She coughed. "Should you be telling me this? I think a patient’s medical history confidential."

"It’s fine with you," he didn’t explain any further.

Well now I get where Mingshen got his rules breaking DNA from...

"He was a total addict. And the youngest of the children. Nobody really stopped him."

She recalled a recent incident where Hou Jielun had thrown a vase at Hou Anming getting all agitated. Which made her wonder if their parents, Hou Huan and and Hou Guangxi berated him for that or not.

"The constant smoking and drinking had affected his circulatory system that in turn affected his blood vessels in his penile area. Naturally, when I was brought for consultation, I was very clear that he had to stop consuming those evils."

Jia nodded.

"He didn’t."

She grimaced.

"He did reduce his consumption but didn’t completely stop it. He would try to fool me that he had. So the drugs continued to circulate in his system. My treatment only got him temporary relief but it wasn’t a permanent solution until he would bring some serious changes to his lifestyle."

"Indeed," Jia agreed.

"But that was only the physical part," he quietly said while sipping on his tea. "He had a whole host of other mental problems. It seems like during one of his sexual experiences, a girl apparently expressed her dissatisfaction."

She coughed.

"I believe that was the trigger. It was after that that he found himself unable to perform upto the mark. The poisons of drugs and alcohol in his bloodstream only aided that condition. That only grew his lack of self-esteem and pride over the time and he began to get more agitated and furious."

The more she heard, the more she shook her head.

"I suggested he needed psychological counseling to treat his mental roadblocks but they utterly denied it. Mrs. Hou looked at me in disgust."

"Huh why?"

"Because there was nothing wrong with his brain, according to them. They considered mental counseling a taboo and a sign of weakness. If word spread out that a son of such an influential family was mentally sick, it would have brought some repurcussions on their reputation and political image and power. Useless concerns."

Yang Cheng said the last two words very pointedly. The only thing a doctor cared about was treatment and recovery. They had nothing to do with any associated taboos or social norms around any form of treatment. Treatment was treatment. Plain simple.

"I reiterated it over and over that there was no point in continuing the physical treatment until the mental part would start to heal parallely. They didn’t bother. I was clear that my services weren’t needed then."

"Oh. So you stopped because they never listened to you."

His expression became tight and a flash of cold lit up his dark eyes.

"Because Hou Jielun hit on Bingqing."

Jia stared at him unblinkingly. "Sorry..what?"

"He had happened to see Bingqing in some interview. One day, I was at the Hou villa as usual and he pointed out how beautiful Bingqing looked. Then he proceeded to say that she had a sexy and curvy body he would like to get a taste of one day. I punched him before he completed that sentence. That was the last day I ever step foot in that place."

Jia didn’t know what kind of an expression to make. Horrified, disgusted or plain fury. Even now as she looked at Yang Cheng, the embers of that ire were evidently visible. It was already distasteful to objectify a woman like that but a married woman at that? That too right in front of her husband?

Yeah he really needed that counselling.

Jia found her own fingers clenching into fists with a trembling urge to punch him in the face just like he had.

"You did the right thing."

Yang Cheng’s fury calmed and he looked at Jia with a raised brow. "You would say that being an officer?"

"Trust me, Uncle. Cops come across with so much stupidity in a day that it’s a serious test of our patience to not raise our fists," she dryly said.

He nodded somberly as if he wholeheartedly agreed with her. "It’s the same with some patients."

She then asked, "What about the parents?"

"They did cause chaos and blamed me but they quitened after my threat."

"Threat?"

"Apparently, they were bringing some women to please him now and then and for him to probably ’practice’ his performance on. I had seen one secretly sneak out of the mansion one day."

She blinked.

"I said that I didn’t need evidence. Only a rumor was enough to destroy their son’s image and consequently, their own."

Though her gaze was fixed at him, her mind was churning in some other direction altogether.

"...What kind of women were they bringing?"

Yang Cheng paused to think.

"From the looks of it, sex workers."