The Great Medical Saint (Matthew) novel 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?"

Tony nodded. "You have to. I've never seen it before, so I am curious what the bionic component looks like."

Jerome started to think he might've chosen the wrong person. Was this supposed to be a treatment or some kind of spectacle?

The worst part was having Matthew and Ansen 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 bring himself to take off his pants.

Upon seeing this, Tony understood the situation right away. "This isn't the right place for it. How about we head to another room?"

After saying that, Tony got up and made his way to the other room.

Jerome knew there was no getting out of it, but it wasn't like he hadn't been through something similar. He'd faced a team of five doctors during his surgery.