The Great Medical Saint (Matthew)

Shane was just racking his brains to come up with an excuse to dismiss Rachel, then this opportunity came along.

He turned to Matthew. "Are you sure that I'm going to recover right away after the treatment?"

Matthew nodded. "I'm certain. You'll be back to normal after 30 minutes."

Jeffrey sneered. Traditional medicine was known for its delayed-onset efficacy, yet Matthew had the audacity to make such a claim.

He glanced at his watch and chuckled. "It's 9:00 am now. We'll see what happens by 9:30 am."

Rachel could no longer stay quiet. Brewing herbs was mandatory in traditional medicine, and this process alone usually took half an hour. Jeffrey was being unreasonable.

She couldn't help but interject, "Shouldn't you start the clock after the medicine is prepared?"

Jeffrey smirked. "To be honest, Mr. Wright doesn't believe in traditional medicine at all. He's already being very generous by wasting 30 minutes on this. If you're incapable, just forget it."

Knowing that her attempt to stall more time had failed, she turned to Matthew with a troubled expression.

don't have time to brew the medicine. What shall

we need to brew medicine for treating facial paralysis? We don't have to! 30 minutes is more

dumbfounded. "How are you going to treat him without brewing any

was a 1% chance for him to be cured, but

without any medicine. At this point, he was just anticipating Matthew's

aware of their reactions,

me a pot and boil some water in it. Have the janitor collect some wilted leaves from the

uncanny ingredients

use these to treat

was too flippant, but she held back. She

he was spectating a farce. Mockingly, he concurred, "Sure. I'll have someone

relayed the instructions. Ten minutes later, a janitor appeared with a bag of decayed

selected some of the more rotten leaves and tossed

expression turned grim. Brewing rotten leaves? Even a dog wouldn't touch it, let alone Shane. She had no idea how she was going to handle the situation