The Great Medical Saint (Matthew)

Chapter 903

Tony was dumbfounded as he gaped at Jerome. He felt like he was seeing an alien right in front of him.

He slowly looked from Jerome's face down to his neck, chest, and waist, all the way to the problem area. After that, he just kept staring at it.

Jerome felt uncomfortable with the stare. He subconsciously crossed his legs. "Thanks for your trouble, Dr. Carling."

Tony suddenly slammed the table, like he'd made up his mind. "Take it off. Let me see."

Jerome's mouth was wide open. "Are you asking me to strip now? That's kind of inappropriate, isn't it?"

Tony's eyes were glued to Jerome's waist, his expression full of curiosity.

It was like someone who'd never seen a Pandora's box and finally got the chance

to run into one. With their eyes filled with anticipation, they couldn't wait to see what was inside.

Jerome felt so awkward that he was at a loss. "Do I really have to take my pants off?"

it before, so

person. Was this supposed to be a

worst part was having Matthew and Ansen standing next to Jerome. They looked at him like he was a

"This isn't the right place for it. How about we

up and

it, but it wasn't like he hadn't been through something

to be treated like some kind of zoo animal. With how things were moving, he got up

enter another

glanced at

bionic manhood, huh? Damn. I've never heard of

weirdo. How did he have the guts to go through a procedure

old romance story about a scholar named Sterling Meredith,

an affair with the housekeeper. They worked together and

frustrated as he thought about the event unfolded.

man who saved him asked why. He explained his troubles, and the old man just

his