After the conversation, Bruce stomped his feet slightly, obviously unable to hold back his excitement. He seemed to want to end the meeting as soon as possible. Noticing his reaction, Charlie said to Gustavo, "Let's not waste Bruce's precious time. Tell him about the cell room exchange and my phone, and we'll get going." Gustavo hastily leaned toward Charlie and whispered, "Why don't you move to my cell? It's the best in the prison, and there is also a TV and WiFi." Charlie waved his hand disdainfully. "I put so much effort into setting up the rules for my cell. How can I just leave? If you don't like my cell, stay in your own cell." Widening his eyes in horror, Gustavo shook his head nervously and fretted, "No, no. Let's do it your way. I'll move to your cell!" Gustavo's greatest fear now was that his son would send someone else to kill him. Charlie had extraordinary strength, and Moses was obedient to him. No one in the prison could hurt him as long as he stayed with Char

Because of Gustavo's presence, Leandro quickly packed his belongings and moved to Charlie's cell as the yard time was about to end. When Gustavo arrived at Charlie's cell, he blurted out in astonishment, "Damn! Why is your cell so clean?!" The other inmates exchanged dismayed glances with each other, remembering the vivid memory of the cleaning misery in their minds. With an ambiguous smile, Charlie affirmed, "Hygiene is the most important thing in this cell. I don't care if they are locked up because of arson, murder, theft, sexual assault, or fraud. If anyone doesn't keep the cell clean, I'll make them pay."He then looked at Gustavo and added in a serious voice, "You too." Trembling in fear, Gustavo hastily replied, "Don't worry. I'll do whatever you say!" For Gustavo, Charlie was his only protection to stay alive, so he dared not disobey him at this moment. Noticing the simple decoration in the cell despite being clean, he suggested attentively, "I spent at least 200 g

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

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

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