The Great Medical Saint (Matthew)

Chapter 902

Jerome actually asked Tony to treat him!

Watching the scene unfold, Ansel was stupefied. Didn't Tony just hit Jerome? Why would Tony heal him? Wasn't that just asking for trouble?

Matthew shook his head, thinking Jerome was asking a stupid question. Tony was ready to strangle Jerome, so why would he want to treat Jerome?

Frowning, Tony looked at Jerome and stayed quiet, as if he was lost in thought.

Upon seeing this, Jerome realized it was just his wishful thinking. He turned around to leave but couldn't shake the thought of the expensive consultation fee.

Just as Jerome was hesitating, a voice suddenly came from behind. "Hold on. Don't go yet. Let me check your pulse first."

Upon hearing that, Jerome was momentarily taken aback before turning back and looking at Tony.

Tony waved his hand. "Come on. Have a seat. Let me take your pulse."

hadn't misheard it. He quickly

checking Jerome's pulse, then furrowed his brows

lit up. After hesitating for a moment, he asked, "Why? If you hate me

of trash. As a doctor, I'm supposed to heal people, and it'll be a crime not to do so. The sole reason you're receiving my help is because you're my patient. It's just

faded. As he looked at Tony, his face turned serious, and his eyes showed

"That's impressive. A true doctor

doctors with certificates and awards in their offices, but most of them were fake. Some doctors even made it up on their own

about money.

stood right

also looked up to Tony. He thought of himself as just an ordinary guy, agreeing to

just a regular folk, while Tony seemed so

so quiet that they could hear

weak, and overexerting yourself has caused impotence. A few courses of medicine should fix it,