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?"

never seen it before, so I

Was this supposed to be

standing next to Jerome. They looked at him like he was a monkey in a circus, being watched with curiosity. Sure enough, he couldn't

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

got up and made

hadn't been

didn't want to be treated like some kind of zoo animal. With how things were moving, he got up

and Jerome enter another

at Ansel. "What's

shook his head. "A bionic manhood, huh? Damn. I've never heard of anything like this in my life. This is really

was right-Jerome was a weirdo. How did he have the guts to go through a procedure like that on his

read an old romance story about

an affair with the housekeeper. They

made it out alive. After waking up, he became more and more frustrated as he thought

explained his troubles, and the old man just laughed it off. Was

asked about his plan.