The Great Medical Saint (Matthew)

Chapter 897

Jerome's expression grew uneasy, his lips twitching into a forced smile. "Well, these are the rules. I'd like to help him, but the rules are what they are."

Matthew's patience snapped as he scoffed. "Oh, wonderful. Such excellent rules."

He had never encountered regulations more infuriating than these.

Jerome noticed Matthew's displeasure and began to worry. He needed Matthew's help-his entire future depended on it.

Life had already become unbearable. The past six months had felt like torture, though his bionic manhood barely allowed him to function and gave him a sense of normalcy, the pain was excruciating.

It wasn't just physical discomfort-it felt like sandpaper grinding against his nerves, an unrelenting torment that was stripping him of his humanity.

If Matthew refused to treat him, his future happiness would be nothing but a distant dream.

"Mr. Grant," Jerome said, pointing at Javier, who was still unconscious on the ground. "I've dealt with him, and I'll take care of his sister too. Since I've handled this matter, could you spare some time to treat me?"

though he was merely cleaning

but

you. The fee will be as we agreed

so much! I've been waiting

out his phone and displayed an account number.

his banking app, entered the account number, and double-checked it against Matthew's display. Once he confirmed it was correct, he entered the agreed-upon sum-ten million

zeros made him pause, and a pang of reluctance struck him. But the thought of a pain-free and fulfilling life outweighed his hesitation.

notification popped

turned the screen to Matthew. "Mr. Grant, it's done. You can verify." Matthew glanced at it briefly. "Got it. Now, bring me a sheet of paper and a pen." Jerome, brimming with excitement, nodded repeatedly. "Of course,

that Matthew was about to write a prescription, Jerome thought briefly about suggesting he just text it. But he quickly dismissed the idea. It was better to have

nearby reception desk, grabbed the visitor log book and a pen, and brought them to Matthew. Offering them with both hands, he lowered his head Slightly and said respectfully, "Here you

book without a word. With a few swift strokes, he wrote down the prescription and then handed the things back to Jerome. "It's done. I'll be

began walking away. Forgetting his curiosity, Jerome hastily kept the book. "Let me see

the offer. "No