Man With Super Medical Skill by Matthew

Chapter 2220 The Bookies

Escorted by the Martial League's members, the contestants arrived at their respective destinations.

At this moment, the audience watching the live stream of the competition either remotely or on the huge screen slowly grew nervous, too.

This was largely because many of them had placed huge bets on these contestants. All the major bookies had made early preparations for this competition; moreover, to attract bets, the organizations behind some of these bookies even went so far as to gather information about the contestants.

The favorites to win the competition were all listed. They were Lola Crichton, the Goddess of Meteora; Roland Moore, the grandson of the head of the Shrewsdon Valley Sect; Zephyr Wilhelminum, the genius miracle doctor of the Wilhelminum Family; Fabien Blanc, the ruler of the Isle of Snakes; Dario Collazo from Emsgate's Herbalist Association; Kamilah Lugo, the top student of the Emsgate College; Matthew Larson, the South's representative; and a bunch of dark horses from the private sector. These people were the favorite bets, so it was only natural that more people were paying attention to them. After arriving at their destination on camera, Matthew, Lola, and the little monk pushed the door open and entered the ward.

the ward was Dr. Guzman, the attending physician in charge of receiving them. Upon seeing the trio, he rushed to greet them enthusiastically, saying, "Nice to meet you, holy doctors! I'm Dr. Guzman, a chief physician at the Neurology Department." After briefly shaking hands with the trio, he continued, "This

the judge following the trio gave

forgot the rules of the competition. Forgive me for talking too much. You guys may go ahead now; I have other patients to attend to," he said before leaving in a hurry. He appeared to be a kind-hearted doctor, but when he walked out of the room

saved lives, but the Damrons paid him more than enough to go against his conscience. Therefore, after the results of the drawing of numbers came out, he swapped Patient 512 of the main building for a terminally ill patient at Bainbridge Hospital who was most difficult to cure. "Sorry, guys. Just blame the Damrons for being generous if you want to," he muttered under his

patient's pulse; just a glance at the multiple patches of blackened skin on the patient's foot was all it took to know that this man had been

the patient was very cooperative when Matthew and the two others examined him hands-on at this

are the bones in his feet. They press on his nerves and blood vessels, causing insufficient blood flow to his lower limbs, which gradually become necrotic. The patient might've failed to receive treatment in time

she said that, the little monk beside her nodded in agreement. Then, his face took on a grave expression. "This is difficult