"Old man! What nonsense! You're the one incapable in that area! I am a champion at that!" Dustin was a little flustered.

He got too emotional, and as a result, he started gasping heavily as he spoke. With his pale face, he was the very picture of being weak.

"Fine, you're the champion. I know that already. Don't get too excited." The Drunken Maniac nodded his head indifferently in an attempt to pacify him.

"Regardless, this is a very rare piece of treasure. Just keep it for emergencies, alright?" He slid the bottle of medicine into Dustin's pocket as he spoke.

"You—" Dustin felt insulted. As he was about to explode, he started coughing violently.

"It's alright. Stop talking. I get what you're trying to say." The Drunken Maniac gave Dustin a pat on the back.

He then turned and said, "I have to leave now. I still have a flight to catch. Remember to take the medicine on time so you'll have a child soon!"

With that said, the Drunken Maniac disappeared in a flash.

"Take care, old