The "maid" soon noticed something unusual. She looked down, hastily stepped back in horror, and mumbled, "W-What the hell is that?!" The "prisoner" was equally terrified. She stepped back, waved her hands frantically, and quavered, "I-I-I'm afraid I can't take it... I-I'll refund the money..." By this time, Bruce's face had turned red. It wasn't because he was angry, but he was in so much pain that he felt like he was going to explode at any moment. He had never experienced such severe pain in his life. Each second felt like forever. Despite her horror, the "maid" approached him and asked, trembling, "S-Sir, I t-t-think you should have that checked. It looks like the tissue is dying..." Bruce was sweating profusely. The increasing pain had caused his legs to weaken and even begin to shake violently. He desperately covered his penis and cried out in misery, "Q-Quick! H-Help me! It's going to explode... I can't take it anymore!" The two ladies were shivering in fear. The
Hearing that Bruce wanted ice cubes, the agile Camilla quickly urged, "Talia, there's an ice bucket in the suite bar with a bottle of champagne in it. Go get the bucket!" Talia, the woman in the prisoner costume, came to her senses and immediately rushed out of the bedroom. After a series of clanging sounds, Talia ran over with an iron bucket full of ice cubes. Camilla quickly grabbed the bucket, crouched down, and squatted in front of Bruce's crotch as she handed the bucket to him. Bruce wanted to put his penis directly into the bucket, but due to the limitation of the situation, he had no choice but to pour the ice cubes between his legs. He thought the ice cubes would ease his pain, but to his bewilderment, the ice cubes could not relieve the severe pain and extreme swelling at all. Due to the painful and agonizing sensation, Bruce's face distorted more and more. The unprecedented pain completely broke him down emotionally. He sat on the floor and wailed his lungs out. A
Michael asked in surprise, "What happened? Are you hurt?" "It's worse than being hurt..." Bruce choked up. "Only you can save me now..." Realizing the urgency of the matter, Michael hurriedly said, "Where are you? I'll come over right now!" Although Michael was a professional doctor, Bruce knew that Michael couldn't do much as he would be alone and wouldn't have any medical equipment with him. The best and safest thing to do now was to go to the hospital himself. Hence, he cautioned, "Michael, listen carefully. I need you to prepare a private treatment room right now. Don't let any other doctor near me except you. Do it now! I'll come to the hospital right away!" "Okay, but first tell me what's going on so that I can be more prepared and waste no time!" queried Michael anxiously. Bruce hesitated for a moment, cleared his throat, and heaved, "I-It's my penis. I-It's about three times larger than usual... I-I feel like it's about to die..." "Holy shit!" Michael yelped in sh
Camilla got into Bruce's car and drove them to Manhattan Hospital. The car screeched to a stop at the door of Manhattan Hospital ten minutes later. Michael had been waiting at the door with a wheelchair. Seeing the car coming, he hurriedly pushed the wheelchair over and opened the door. Bruce was curled up in the passenger seat, his body twitching and shivering in great pain. Shocked to realize the urgency, Michael quickly carried him out of the seat. Through the robe, he saw the outline of Bruce's penis and was stunned. He gasped involuntarily, "Bruce, please tell me this is not a prank!" Bruce broke down and exclaimed, "This is not April Fool, and I'm in no mood to play a prank on you, especially not with my damn penis! For God's sake, can you please hurry up and do a check-up?!" Michael came to his senses and quickly apologized, "Sorry, I didn't mean it like that. I-It's just too scary..." As he spoke, he pushed the wheelchair and ran toward the inside of the hospital.
Michael looked at Bruce and affirmed in a serious tone, "From the looks of it, it is impossible to find out the cause of the disease, but your current situation is indeed perilous. We can't stop the high surge of blood pressure in your penis, and the tissues there are showing signs of hypoxia and necrosis. If we don't cut it off as soon as possible, it may cause systemic sepsis, and it's bad for you..." "Fuck!" Bruce cursed in rage. "Hey, I came to see you to fix it, not to just chop it off! Haven't you ever encountered such a condition?!" Michael attested sternly, "You have to trust my diagnosis. We have many ways to fix it if it's just a normal swelling, but your case is different. This color indicates that the tissue is already necrotic. This is why people have to amputate their legs and hands. There's nothing much we can do." He cleared his throat and added, "Professional doctors can actually tell at a glance whether the condition is good or bad and whether amputation is nece
By using his power, Gustavo had gotten the bed next to Charlie. He was just about to chat with Charlie to butter him up when the phone in his pocket suddenly buzzed. He quickly took out the phone and looked at it. He was a bit surprised to see that it was a call from Bruce. 'What the fuck?!' Gustavo cursed in his mind. 'How dare he call me?! Does he think he is a big shot?' At some point, Gustavo had a clear reluctance to answer calls. He disliked the feeling of answering the phone more and more because he felt that the calls would upset him. He preferred his subordinates to respectfully report to him or send him text messages in a dignified tone. On the contrary, he preferred to make phone calls when it came to giving orders because he liked the pleasure of direct command. Everyone around Gustavo knew about his dislike of answering phone calls, so they usually sent a message that started with "Dear Mr. Sanchez". He hadn't received a call like this in years. If Gustavo ha
Bruce quickly said, "Don't worry. I can go back to prison now as long as you can help me. I can receive your treatment there..." Charlie hummed and confided, "It's just that the treatment is tedious and takes time, and you have to be naked. More importantly, the treatment is quite painful, and you will definitely scream. Are you sure you want the people here to know about it?" Bruce hastily affirmed, "Don't worry about that. I'll have my most trusted guard take you out of the cell and secretly bring you to my office. I'll be waiting for you there. The soundproofing is very good. No one will hear anything. It will be a secret between us." Bruce attentively hoped to keep this situation a secret because it was too embarrassing. He could have vacated a room in the prison so that Charlie could treat him, but on second thought, he realized that no place was absolutely safe. After all, this was a prison. Many places had no blind spots and were patrolled 24 hours a day. He would be doo
Bruce's face was contorted in agony when he returned to the prison with Michael's help. He felt a wave of helplessness wash over him, the pain unrelenting. Due to the strict management of the prison, only authorized personnel were allowed to enter. Bruce ordered his trusted subordinates to bring him in to avoid suspicion and asked Michael to return to the hospital. After returning to the office, Bruce ordered his subordinate to go to Charlie's cell and take him out, all the while enduring severe pain. The prison guard went to the door of Charlie's cell, unlocked the gate, and commanded, "Who is Charlie Wade? Come out." Charlie leisurely got up from the bed and silently walked to the door. The guard first closed the cell door, then whispered to Charlie, "The warden is waiting for you in the office. Come with me." Charlie nodded and followed the guard out of the prison area. The guard first took him to the prison's infirmary. The doctor in the infirmary was off duty. The guar