Man With Super Medical Skill by Matthew

Chapter 2593 Trust

After Old Mr. Zedler expelled all the suspicious soup from his body, he slowly removed his disguise. At that moment, his once majestic aura instantly dissipated. The miasma of death, which had previously disappeared, suddenly condensed at an astonishing speed. In fact, he seemed even frailer than before.

Matthew could only silently marvel at the older man's skill as he witnessed such a scene. He never expected Mortimer's acting skills to be so exceptional. He had been completely deceived by him. Despite his haggard complexion, Old Mr. Zedler still had a proud smile on his face as he asked, "So? Isn't my acting fantastic?"

Matthew could only nod speechlessly in the face of his childish antics. However, he could keenly feel Old Mr. Zedler's vitality was rapidly fading away. It was as if he were a deflating balloon, visibly losing steam. Even Ophelia, who had no knowledge of medicine whatsoever, instantly realized that the situation was dire. She covered her mouth, trying her best not to cry. Then, she turned her teary eyes to Matthew, shooting him a pleading look.

Mortimer's face darkened when he sensed the change in their mood. It was with a tone of resignation that he murmured weakly, "Ah, I see you've got me." The only response he received was Matthew's serious question, "Old Mr. Zedler, do you trust me?"

"Of course!"

he looked at Ophelia fondly before saying, "Ophelia, Grandpa might not be able to

for them, Matthew had no intention of giving them a moment to say their farewells. "Old Mr. Zedler, I'm sure you're well aware that your current physical condition

with me!" he declared. Matthew's hands started inserting the nine needles into crucial acupoints all over Mortimer's body in a flash. Each of these acupoints posed a significant threat to Mortimer's life. So, all it took was one wrong move, and Matthew would end up with a corpse under his hands. Even though it was dangerous to expose these acupoints to a doctor, if the

Nine Needles were useful tools indeed. These needles could not only aid him in battle but could also greatly enhance his medical skills. He could easily solve a problem

really necessary?" he asked sharply, pointedly referring to the symptoms caused by the excessive use

as he quirked his lips into an

about how accurate those tall tales were. Now that he was experiencing it firsthand,

Matthew took out a golden elixir that was faintly glowing from his pocket after stabilizing Old Mr. Zedler's deteriorating condition. Matthew couldn't help but show a reluctant expression as he stared at the vial in his hand. This was a medicine that had taken him a lot of mental energy to create. Additionally, this was only a poor imitation of the 'Elixir of Longevity' that Hildegard Peregrine had once concocted. Additionally, it had also taken him quite a considerable amount of time to procure all the necessary ingredients needed to create

afford to hesitate any longer. Plus, the needles could only temporarily suppress the disease plaguing Old Mr. Zedler's body. So, he resolutely placed the 'Elixir of