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?"

"You have to. I've never seen it before, so I am curious what the bionic

might've chosen the wrong person. Was this supposed to be a treatment or

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 head

and made his way to the other

no getting out of it, but it wasn't like he hadn't

kind of zoo animal. With how things were moving,

and Jerome enter

glanced at

bionic manhood, huh? Damn. I've never heard of anything like this in my life. This is

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

chuckled and added, "I once read an old romance story about a scholar named Sterling Meredith, who had

with the housekeeper. They worked together

After waking up, he became more and more frustrated as he thought about the event unfolded. So, he

troubles, and the old man just laughed it off. Was it really something worth killing himself

Sterling, and the latter asked about his plan. He merely chuckled