Chapter 950
Even though Brian was at least ten years older than Jerome, his voice was filled with exaggerated respect. Jerome was drinking his traditional medicine prescribed by Tony, which had been working remarkably well for his condition.
If only he had met Tony earlier, he would not have had to go through the ordeal of installing bionic limbs. Every time he engaged in intimacy, it felt like torture.
"What is it?" Jerome asked as he answered Brian's call, frowning at the bitter taste of the medicine.
"Mr. Murray, I-I need you to come here for something," Brian stammered.
Jerome rinsed his mouth with water before responding flatly, "What for?"
Brian's eyes fell on the medical cooler, and inspiration struck. "Mr. Murray, we received a major payment today—in gold. Should I bring it to you?"
"How often have I told you not to come find me?" Jerome snapped. "I'll come to the hospital—no one will think twice about that. Wait for me."
"Come directly to Operating Room No. 6 in the inpatient buil

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