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.

to brew the medicine. What shall

facial paralysis? We don't have to! 30 minutes is more

are you going to treat him without brewing any

him to be cured, but now

treat an illness without any medicine. At this point, he was just anticipating Matthew's failure with his arms

of their

a pot and boil some water in it. Have the janitor collect some wilted leaves from the roadside, preferably rotting ones. Avoid

leaves? Boiling water? The uncanny ingredients immediately threw

use these to treat

say it was too flippant, but she held

farce. Mockingly, he concurred, "Sure.

he called in his secretary and relayed the instructions. Ten minutes later,

water in the pot. He selected some of the

it, let alone Shane.