Man With Super Medical Skill by Matthew

Chapter 3180 Matthew's Descent Into Madness

In front of the Martial League building, Matthew appeared in a dusty, bloodstained shirt. Instantly, all eyes turned toward him, and everyone was shocked to see his condition. "President, what happened to you?"

"Mr. Larson, what's going on?"

As the members of the Martial League swarmed around him, forming a circle, Matthew lifted his head. His eyes were bloodshot, and his once-white teeth were now stained with blood.

"Now, I want all Martial League members to spread out and search for my wife, Sasha Cunningham. Contact the other cities and demand they send people to help. If anyone refuses, kill them. I'll take full responsibility for the consequences!" "Yes, sir!"

Everyone was stunned by Matthew's demeanor. Usually gentle and smiling, their president now seemed like a different person. His gaze alone was enough to make it clear that anyone who dared to say no might lose their head. Just as Matthew was about to personally lead the large-scale search, his phone rang.

"Mr. Larson, the Holy Monk, Paintaker, has fallen unconscious!"

The urgent voice on the other end made Matthew clutch his throbbing head in frustration, his already agitated mind growing even more restless.

"Alright, I understand."

his emotions as he muttered a few

Matthew's behalf to treat those addicted to Night Vine, isolating them for detoxification. was a troublesome task that the monk

of feelings, quickly gave way to rationality. Yet no one knew the extent of the pain he was suppressing inside. "Sylvan, stay with me," he said, taking a deep breath and forcing all his emotions deep down

joining the Martial

knew that he was

for Sasha, but now, with so many people relying on him, he couldn't be selfish. The detoxification treatment at the clinic couldn't be delayed for even a moment. Otherwise, those suffering from Night Vine's effects

looked at Matthew with concern, sensing something

gave him a warm smile, one

Matthew's retreating figure, Sylvan's worry deepened. He thought Matthew's smile lacked its usual warmth, filled instead with sadness. Not being able to personally search for his missing wife must have been

hesitated before pulling out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket and handing it to Matthew. "Mr. Larson, if you feel like it...

Normally, Matthew never smoked.