The Great Medical Saint (Matthew)

Chapter 139

"Or Cosmo and I can just die. I" Jenny sobbed. "But Cosmo is still a child..."

Matthew was deeply moved, and he soon came to realize how brutal those people could be.

Worried about Cosmo, he urged, "Stop crying. Why don't you call the man and tell him that you've gone to get Medieval Medicine? You must make sure that your brother's safe." Jenny whisked her phone out in a haste and called the man. The call connected after a few rings.

On the video call, Noah smiled and questioned, "Have you found Medieval Medicine?"

Jenny chanced a glance at Matthew, who nodded in return.

With newfound confidence, she answered, "Yes. I can get it by tomorrow. Let me have a look at my brother first. I'll only retrieve the book once he's safe."

Noah nodded. "Sure. I'll let you see your brother."

He began walking, and the camera shook slightly. He seemed to pass through a long corridor before entering a room.

Adjusting his phone, he aimed the camera at the bed.

Jenny screamed the moment she saw the sight before her. "What did you do to my brother?"

Bedridden, Cosmo was hooked up to an IV with an oxygen tube and various other medical instruments attached to him. He looked like a seriously ill patient undergoing treatment.

brother reduced to this state, Jenny was horrified.

don't hand over the book in one day, I'll sell his kidneys. If you delay another

by the third day, I'll sell his hair, vessels, pancreas, bone marrow, joints, intestines, liver, heart, skin... I'll sell everything that's worth

hung up

paled with fear. Quivering, she grabbed Matthew's hand and blurted out, "You have to save Cosmo, please! I'm willing to do anything in return

a wife. In that case, I can be your lover. As long as you're willing

Noah had said

His fists were balled so tightly that his nails had dug into his palms. Blood began trickling down

Matthew's first time encountering someone so ruthless. He treated Cosmo, a

pleas, he

"Jenny, I will save your brother, but I'm not going to make any unreasonable demands. Your grandfather saved my mentor, and I'm merely repaying that

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your brother right away once I get the forged copy of Medieval

all night at the clinic, and a car finally pulled

out of the car. He glanced up at the clinic's sign and ambled

that Ansel had arrived, Matthew rose and asked,

always strive to fulfill your demands. Have a look at it. Are you

out that the pages might fall

were worn down, and each page was ragged. It looked as if it could turn into

the book's cover vaguely spelled out

through the