The Great Medical Saint (Matthew)

Chapter 110

Ivan cautiously took the list. His hands trembled as he read the names on it, the paper rustling loudly in his grasp.

He glanced up at Matthew, but no words escaped his open mouth.

Pointing the gun at Ivan's forehead, Matthew asked, "Are you going to talk?"

Ivan knelt on the ground with a plop. "I'll talk. I'll tell you everything," he said urgently.

Ivan revealed he knew four or five individuals on the list. All of them were prominent traditional medicine practitioners.

Vincent had previously tasked him with buying the prescriptions and medical literature in their possession.

Ivan recounted, "I took my men with me to see them several times. We tried to persuade and threaten them, but they refused to sell. In the end, Vincent told us to let it go. But a couple of days later, they were all found dead." "All dead?" Matthew was shocked upon hearing this as he scanned the dozen or so names on the list.

He pulled out his phone and began typing in the first name, Lucy Owen.

He quickly discovered many articles reporting her death after a car accident.

The second person had drowned in a river, and the third had perished from a fall down the stairs.

The fourth individual, Walter, was said to have jumped off a building.

Matthew read on, his shock only deepened. Their deaths were all under

atop this piece of paper.

gun firmly against Ivan's forehead. "Why did Walter

he was clueless. "I've never even

had only received the Reed family's debt statement

to collect the debt and force Jenny to hand over the Medieval

asked coldly,

sure, but it seems to involve Walter's grandfather saving someone. In return, he received Medieval Medicine which Vincent is determined to find," he recalled. Matthew pondered deeply

Firstly, traditional medicine

newspapers and the

increasingly scarce and

people were resorting to murder and kidnap to obtain medical literature, employing every

was certainly

the

Matthew remembered that Vincent had

out his phone and watched the video he'd taken earlier, which clearly

shouted beside him, "Fire! There's a fire upstairs. It

the upper floors were indeed ablaze, with roaring flames and

his chest in relief. "Great, there won't be any evidence left after the fire Without surveillance cameras in this hotel, they shouldn't be able to trace that I

en

the hotel's lobby, Matthew realized there wasn't