The Great Medical Saint

Matthew was shocked. He couldn't believe Ansel read these kinds of romance novels.

But the more he listened, the more it didn't sound right. Ansel actually wanted to see Jerome's bionic manhood.

Still, Matthew found it intriguing too. If it weren't for the awkwardness, he'd also want to see it.

Realizing Matthew was quiet, Ansel reached out his wrinkled hand and gently nudged Matthew's arm.

With a quirky grin, Ansel asked, "Why aren't you talking? Don't you wanna have a look?"

Matthew glanced at Ansel. "Don't you feel embarrassed? You're so old already. Why are you still so shameless? How do you bring yourself to say those words?"

Ansel made a face. "At my age, I'm nearly six feet under. If I'm still kicking, that's already a blessing. Why would I feel a thing?"

Matthew raised his thumb. "That's quite cool."

Ansel chuckled. "I'm not trying to look cool. As you get older, you suddenly care less about being embarrassed. Honestly, there's nothing much that can make me embarrassed anymore.

"In fact, stop talking about me. I know you want to take a look at it as well."

Matthew shook his head. "Even if I wanted to, I can't really say it out loud."

Taken aback, Ansel broke into laughter. Then, the door to the other room opened. Matthew and Ansel looked over and saw Tony beaming with excitement. He sported a knowing look, and his aged eyes seemingly lit up.

Trailing behind Tony, Jerome's face turned beet red. The way he walked looked kind of funny too, as if he just got out of the operation room after getting hemorrhoid surgery.

After taking a seat, Tony gulped down his coffee and clicked his tongue.

Ansel couldn't contain his curiosity anymore and asked, "What's up?"

Tony exclaimed, "Now that's some high-tech stuff. No doubt, the technology has blown my mind."

Ansel continued asking, "What's so high-tech about it?"

Tony was about to reply when Jerome suddenly cleared his throat and interrupted Tony.

Jerome's face darkened. He was still right in front of them. Tony and Ansel were way out of line.

It then hit Tony that Jerome was still in the room.

"I've already written you a

prescription. Take it for a week, and

I'll make some adjustments after

that. For the medicine, if you're

buying the artificially grown one,

you have to increase the dosage by a third to see results."

Jerome seemed to have put the previous event behind him and earnestly asked, "Do I need to use a clay pot to brew the medicine? How about an induction cooker?"

Tony's face turned serious. "Just avoid iron pots. Stick to a clay pot if you can. If you find the traditional ones too much of a pain, feel free to use an electric clay pot."

Was an electric clay pot even available in the stores? Jerome had never heard of this before, so he was feeling a little confused.

Tony intently looked at Jerome. "It's been around for 20 years. You're n charge of medical affairs, and you didn't even know that. I bet

traditional medicine will vanish after

another 20 years." noveldrama

Jerome sported an awkward look. "Alright. I'll head off now. If I need help, I'll call you."

Tony casually waved his hand.

Jerome flashed a smile at Matthew. "I'll get going now, Mr. Grant."

Matthew hummed in acknowledgment as a way of saying goodbye.

Jerome was eager to get home to brew the medicine. He already pictured the moment when the woman he slept with would be. begging beneath him. All with the help of the treatment and bionic manhood.

He waved at Matthew and hurried off.

After Jerome left, Tony suddenly slapped the table and stood up.