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.

have time to brew

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

are you going

chance for him to be cured, but now he'd lost all hope.

treat an illness without any

of their reactions, but he

collect some wilted leaves from the roadside, preferably rotting ones. Avoid

water? The uncanny ingredients

use these to treat facial paralysis?

too flippant, but she

Mockingly, he concurred, "Sure. I'll have someone prepare that right

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

of the more rotten leaves and tossed them into the

touch it, let alone