The Queens: Scarred Queen Novel

Chapter 720 Chapter 720 Fermin was now sweating all over, not just on his forehead. 'Me? Fertility issues? How could that be?' he thought. 'This has to be a joke! I've been chugging tonics like crazy. How could I possibly have fertility issues?' For more chapters visit find⦿novel.net He let out a scornful, bitter laugh. The old physician nodded firmly and said to Fermin, "I never misdiagnose. Most patients who come to me refuse to believe they have fertility issues, but facts prove them wrong. To put it plainly, you're all show and no substance." Fermin was seething with murderous rage.

"Is there a cure?" he asked. The old physician paused before saying, "Stay away from women for a year, take this herbal medicine, and you might see improvement." Truth be told, Fermin had worn himself out from overindulgence. But hoping to make more money off Fermin, the physician deliberately made it sound more serious than it was. Fermin clenched his jaw. 'A year without women... Well, maybe I can manage that,' he thought. "Prescribe it for me..." Fermin said, "Money's no issue for me." Another 35-thousand-dollar check thudded onto the table. The physician could see Fermin was wealthy.

And 35 thousand dollars wasn't enough for him. With a sly smile, he pushed the check back and said, "Sir, my herbal medicine doesn't come cheap, and 35 thousand dollars might barely cover a few herbs." Fermin gave a cold, mocking laugh, pulled a thick wad of banknotes from his robe, and slammed them onto the table. "Just write the damn prescription," he commanded. "Well, well! My eyes must be failing me. I didn't realize you were such a wealthy merchant. Let me get your prescription ready right away, sir," the old physician said.

Grinning from ear to ear, he eagerly snatched up the prescription and practically skipped off to the back to prepare the medicine. Soon, he handed dozens of carefully wrapped medicinal packages to Fermin. Grabbing the medicine, Fermin stormed out without another word. By the time Fermin got back, the imperial physician was already gone. Viola and Blanche, the two concubines, stood anxiously at the doorway, their eyes glued to the entrance. When they saw Fermin return, their eyes lit up like hungry cats spotting a fish.

"Your Highness," Viola and Blanche cooed in unison, their sickly sweet voices making Fermin's skin crawl. Just as Viola and Blanche moved to cling to him again, Fermin coldly stepped back, his gaze icy. "Stay right there," he commanded. Viola and Blanche were both stunned. Ever since their marriage, Fermin had been intimate with them every night. 'Why has he suddenly changed his tune? What on earth is going on?' they wondered. "Your Highness," Viola pouted with hurt eyes.

"What's gotten into you all of a sudden?" "Yeah, Your Highness," Blanche said, her voice trembling as tears welled in her eyes. "Have I done something wrong to displease you?" Blanche's teary-eyed look had always been Fermin's weakness. He could never resist it. But today, Fermin seemed like a completely different person. He deliberately ignored her pleading gaze. "So, what did the imperial physician say?" Fermin asked coldly.

Blanche shook her head gently and replied, "The royal physician said I'm in perfect health, nothing wrong at all." Viola eagerly stepped forward to boast, "The imperial physician said I'm highly fertile, guaranteed to give you a son!" 61% Fermin used to love hearing such assurances, but today he just sneered coldly. "If you were fertile like you claim, how come you can't even pop out a single damn baby?" Both women stood frozen in shock. Fermin had always carried himself with noble refinement and spoken with cultured elegance. Yet today, he spoke to them so crudely.

'Popping out a single damn baby? How can he say that? No matter what, we're still his official concubines,' they thought aggrievedly. Viola's eyes reddened, her face wearing a deeply wronged expression. Blanche, meanwhile, was sobbing this time, tears streaming uncontrollably down her cheeks. Fermin was utterly exasperated. He snapped, "Natasha is already pregnant, and Athena is carrying twins, a boy and a girl. How dare you two have the audacity to stand here shedding tears before me?" Both women gasped in unison, their faces a picture of shock. "Boy-girl twins?

How is that even possible?" they exclaimed. Fermin snapped, "It's an imperial physician's diagnosis. How could it possibly be wrong?" Fermin's expression was icy beyond words. He sneered, "Instead of wasting time crying before me, you might as well reflect on whether the problem lies with yourselves."