Man With Super Medical Skill by Matthew

Chapter 3239 Pursuit

"Yo, Matthew, sup?" Shawn's energetic voice came through as the call connected, filling Matthew with a pang of envy. There was a time when he, too, had Shawn's level of energy. Now, however, he was bogged down by a mountain of paperwork. He thought of Blake and the elder's face full of wrinkles. The fact that such a powerful figure had aged so visibly was certainly not without reason.

Alas, young Matthew hadn't considered the existence of a position called a secretary-someone who could handle all the work.

If there was work, the secretary would do it; if not...

Shaking off those frustrating thoughts, Matthew spoke up. "Shawn, I need you to find Caspian Babington and take the route through the Balira Sea. Head straight for the Dornia waters. You'll need to intercept several ships; Prince Garrett of Montiria is on board one of them. Take the Stormbringer and set out immediately."

Shawn's excitement was palpable through the phone. "Got it, boss! Don't worry, I'll bring back not just the prince, but I could even tie up Gadel for you if you want!"

Matthew's face darkened, and he said in a low voice, "Shawn, come see me in my office when you get back. We need to have a little chat."

"Boss? Hello? I think the signal's cutting out..." Shawn trailed off, and the call ended.

as he looked at the nearly finished stack of paperwork. Rubbing his temples, he pulled out a silver needle, gently pierced the acupoint between his brows, and then leaned back in his chair, planning to take a short break. The past few days had been exhausting. If he had the choice, he'd rather be out on

a Martial League member came in to collect the completed documents. Seeing Matthew slumped over, they froze in shock, and moments later, a panicked shout echoed through the building: "The Summit Warden has

mistake rendered

the Stormbringer, Shawn stood on the deck, brimming with enthusiasm. He surveyed the calm sea and the seagulls

cape draped over his shoulders billowed in the sea breeze,

was directing

the overly dramatic Shawn and sighed, covering his face. He turned to the curious sailors and said, "Don't mind

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on his perch, replying, "Caspian, it's just a few seagulls. They wouldn't dare—" Suddenly,

to rinse his mouth furiously, then continued

glared at the