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?"

owed a favor, though he was merely cleaning up

expressionless, but

"Fine, I'll treat you. The fee will be as we agreed

face lit up with a big smile. "Thank you so much! I've been

displayed

banking app, entered the account number, and double-checked it against Matthew's display. Once he confirmed it was

struck him. But the thought of a pain-free and fulfilling life outweighed his hesitation. With a deep breath, he pressed

notification popped

it's done. You can verify." Matthew glanced at it briefly. "Got it. Now, bring me a sheet of paper and a

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

and brought them to Matthew. Offering them with both hands, he lowered his head Slightly and said respectfully, "Here you

swift strokes, he wrote down the prescription and then handed the things back to Jerome. "It's done. I'll

barely had time to glance at the book before Matthew began walking away. Forgetting his curiosity, Jerome hastily kept the book. "Let me see

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