Chapter 654

Dante did not argue with Alfred but merely glanced at him meaningfully. "Whether you are impotent or not, only you know the answer to that. No secrets can be concealed from Balrean doctors." "You…" Alfred was so embarrassed that his face flushed red. Perseus held back Alfred and said, "Well, your diagnosis is accurate." He felt some admiration for Dante. At least he could make an accurate diagnosis by taking a patient's pulse. However, it wasn't enough to diagnose the patient; they also had to provide a treatment plan and explain the source of the illness. That was the mark of a good doctor. "Mr. Caitford…" Alfred felt worried. If Perseus had said that, wouldn't that have confirmed that he was indeed impotent? He felt too embarrassed to face anyone. Perseus looked back and glared at Alfred, so Alfred immediately shut up. Dante was sitting straight on the couch, his head held high. He had a triumphant smile on his face. Perseus asked, "Your diagnosis was correct. He does have a