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.

crooked. It's up to you," Matthew chimed in. Crooked features? Seeing how grave Matthew looked, Shane thought he didn't

having a crooked face for the rest of his life. How could he look people in the eye like that? Once again, Shane leaned his face over the pot to inhale the smell wafting from

rotten leaves possibly cure an illness? Matthew was

exceptional, but this particular method was just too bizarre. She had lost all hope as well. Meanwhile, Shane

away. With just a minute left, Jeffrey could wait

rummaged for a towel and wiped his face while complaining, "What

he began scornfully, "Dude, Mr. Wright smelled the rotten leaves for 15 minutes,

his words. He watched Shane's expression intently. Having wiped

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