Man With Super Medical Skill by Matthew

Chapter 2016

Matthew looked around the lobby. It was quiet, so he unwittingly sank into his thoughts. If he wasn't on a path of vengeance, he might have opened a medical center after he gained Christopher's legacy. It would probably be a hundred square meters big, and he would help his patients during busier days. On slower days, he would forage for herbs and make some pills. And if someone was lucky, they could be his student. "If I do get my vengeance someday, I can retire and live a life like that," he muttered to himself. A smile curled his lips, but then the commotion outside broke his train of thought.

Noticing his change, the receptionist approached him. "Dr. Larson, the hidden sects' representatives will arrive in Bainbridge today. Everyone can't wait to see them."

The roads were crowded after the news of the hidden sects' representatives' arrival made its rounds. If it weren't for the army maintaining order, the roads would've been congested. Everyone stood around to wait for the contestants, and eventually, a motorcade came into view.

"They're here!"

The crowd gasped, and the motorcade came to a stop.

Goddess of Meteora, Lola Crichton in there." One of the crown prince's friends pointed at the center of the motorcade and squeezed through the crowd. His friends quickly followed. "Calm down, you guys. It's not like she's a celebrity or

guards quickly surrounded the car, and finally, a beautiful silhouette appeared in view. "Holy sh*t!" The moment the crown prince saw that woman, he finally understood why

see everything, but the crown prince was experienced enough to know that this woman's curves were perfect. Her face was beautiful, her eyes were as

monk escorted her into the corridors of Renew Pharmaceuticals after she nodded. They wanted the

vicinity was locked until the end of the competition. Nobody was allowed inside aside from patients. The crowd saw the stunning woman off until she disappeared in the corridor, and

the scene. His shoes were tattered, and his clothes made of linen were old. Even so, the weary look failed to hide his air of innocence,

you ditch

ditch your temple. I don't mind

at your clothes. Kiss me and I'll get