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

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

dumbfounded. "How are you going to treat

more flabbergasted. He had initially thought there was a 1% chance for him to be cured, but now he'd lost all hope. Now, he was just

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

aware of their

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

uncanny ingredients immediately

you planning to use these to treat facial

say it was too flippant, but she held back. She didn't want to

Mockingly, he concurred, "Sure. I'll

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

pot. He selected some of the more rotten leaves and

touch it, let alone Shane. She had no idea how she was going