Chapter 1720
"Or is it genital warts? Maybe an inflammation caused by a tight foreskin rubbing against your shorts... That would explain why running hurt so much," Matthew remarked.
Marion shot him an irritated look. "I don't have any disease. I appreciate you helping me get my wages back, really. I even treated you to a meal. Why the hell are you still chasing me?"
Matthew glanced at the grilled sausage in his hand and shoved it back into Marion's hand. "Marion, for the love of god, don't mention treating me to a meal. That feast of yours was too extravagant. I can't afford to accept it."
Marion looked a little guilty, his face still twisted in pain. "That was... that was just my way of saying thanks."
Matthew stared at his pants. "I'm a doctor. I can relieve your pain or even cure you. If something's wrong, tell me. Don't hide it."
Marion shook his head. "I'm not sick. I just need you to leave. The farther, the better."
Seeing that Marion wasn't willing to talk, Matthew didn't press him. Ev

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