The Great Medical Saint (Matthew)

Chapter 114

Ansel saw the ring, and his aged eyes lit up with recognition. "I can't say. Your mentor must tell you personally. However, there's one thing you must know," he said. "As long as you're alive, you can't lose this ring."

Matthew grew a little frustrated from the lack of information. He asked, "What if I die?"

Ansel suddenly laughed. "Sir, if you're dead, it will no longer be your concern."

He continued, "Even if your mentor possesses extraordinary skills, he can't retrieve you from hell and slip this ring back onto your finger."

Realizing he wouldn't obtain any useful information, Matthew decided to learn more about the task instead.

"Where can I find the Medieval Medicine text?" he asked. "Do you have any news?"

Ansel smiled and replied, "The Medieval Medicine was in Walter Reed's possession at the time, but I'm not aware of its whereabouts afterward." Matthew frowned. Jenny had mentioned that her grandfather never passed down any medical literature.

He secretly thought that this matter might become a little troublesome.

Finally, he said, "I'll find a way on my own."

Ansel smiled and offered, "Sir, would you like me to send a few people to assist you? They can run errands and assist you with whatever you need."

Matthew shook his head. "It's too much trouble. I'm leaving," he replied, then stood up to leave thereafter.

shook his head slightly. "Young people are so impetuous. Why don't they like

out from the shadows just then,

and inquired, "Does he see me as a mere

skills, how could he

why didn't you

head again. "He holds the authority here. I need his consent to have you show yourself," he said. "He doesn't want any help as he finds it troublesome." Meanwhile, Matthew took the elevator down to the first floor. As soon as he stepped out,

leaving now?" Marty asked. "Do you need a

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and continued on his way out, showing no interest in engaging

and immediately pointed at him. "It's him!

the qualifications to be a member of

expect Cole to still be causing trouble. He cast a sideways

discerned the meaning behind his gaze and briskly

member saw

to Marty, in a hushed tone, "He insists on verifying Mr. Grant's identity, but we don't

his hand. "Don't worry about it. I'll take care