The Great Medical Saint (Matthew)

Smell it? Shane visibly relaxed. He was fine as long as he didn't have to drink the strange concoction. But looking at the steaming pot of dark liquid, he grew dubious again.

He had facial paralysis, not a sinus infection or anything of the sort. Thus, he was skeptical about the fact that his illness could be cured by merely inhaling the smell. "Forget it. I've never heard of curing an illness by just smelling something. That's too absurd."

Jeffrey intended to have Matthew make a fool out of himself, though. Smiling, he persuaded Shane. "Mr. Wright, give him a chance. Even if it doesn't cure your illness, at least he'll give up." As he spoke, he shot a knowing look at Shane.

Shane nodded. "Fine. I'll just do it to kill time."

He leaned over the pot, bringing his face close to the steam rising from the boiling rotten leaves. The smell wasn't strong. The steam, however, was searing hot.

Once his face was enveloped in hot steam, he immediately jerked his head up.

this. It's too

medication will leave you with permanent issues your features will become crooked. It's up to you," Matthew chimed in.

the rest of his life. How could he look people

possibly cure an illness? Matthew was definitely pulling his

lost all hope as well. Meanwhile, Shane was sweating profusely from the steam. The

minute left, Jeffrey could wait

and wiped his face

knowing that this treatment was nothing more than a joke. It wouldn't work at all. Striding up to Matthew, he began scornfully, "Dude, Mr. Wright smelled the rotten leaves for 15 minutes, and nothing happened. What do you have to say now? "You better know your place, Matthew. You're just a stupid driver.

no heed to his words. He watched Shane's expression intently. Having wiped his face clean, Shane

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