The Great Medical Saint (Matthew)

Chapter 601

Zachary felt more pumped up just imagining the benefits of a ten-minute squat.

He was about to leave when Matthew came out of the room. As he leaned on his knee to get up, he noticed that his leg was numb.

Matthew walked over to the elevator and spotted Zachary. "What are you doing here?"

Zachary leaned against the wall, unable to move. "I'm waiting for you. Am I doing my squat wrong? I can only manage a little more than a minute."

Matthew chuckled. "Can you do a squat for me? I'd like to see how it looks."

Zachary held onto the wall, gritting his teeth. "Give me a moment. My legs feel like jelly."

A few minutes later, the numbness in his legs cleared up. He positioned his legs apart and performed the basic squats. Then, he raised his head and asked, "What do you think? Is there anything wrong with my form?"

Matthew circled Zachary and remarked, "Everything's fine. You're doing great."

"Are you sure there's no problem at all? Why can I only last a little over a minute even though

"You can't reach your goal overnight. Just take your

felt his legs getting sore, and

his most burning question. "How long do I need to train before I can score a

a grin, "Work toward hitting at least ten minutes with your squats. Otherwise, when

think less of him. His goal was to win her heart on the first try. "I'll go home and keep training. Give me

finished his sentence, the elevator door opened, and he

to tell Zachary about Ninera

as the words were on the tip of his tongue, Matthew recalled the three warnings Ninera Progeny Formula raised and

and those in poor health were also prohibited from using

in good shape. His situation conflicted with two of the rules listed

closed. He then turned around and made his way to the washroom. After finishing

felt like everything that had happened was

all day working for a paycheck

was locked up, his loved ones, friends, and work were all gone, as if everything he knew in the world had vanished. All he had left was being trapped in a cramped prison cell. His entire existence revolved around the prison as if