Small Farmer Medical God の小説・ストーリー

He even scolded me, "It's because you have this nasty condition. You're constantly like a dog in heat, and you want me to bed you 24/7. Winter's almost here. Are you even going to harvest the crops? "The crops are all frozen to nothing in the rotten fields. We've worked all year for nothing and now we're going to have to starve!" With that, he turned and stormed off. Wiping my tears, I stood up and hurried to follow him. I knew it was my fault. He was very tolerant of me by not looking down on me. I prayed inwardly that the town doctor would cure me. Otherwise, I feared that if the doctor failed, Tom might do what the old women whispered about—the kind of cure that involved a needle and no m