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. The unbearable feeling of helplessness was

drip to prepare for surgery. If you don't hand over the book in

I'll sell his hair, vessels, pancreas, bone marrow, joints, intestines, liver, heart, skin... I'll sell everything that's worth money! "Decide when you want to

up

with fear. Quivering, she grabbed Matthew's hand and blurted out, "You have

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

what Noah had said

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

time encountering someone so ruthless. He treated Cosmo, a living

Jenny's pleas, he shook

going to make any unreasonable demands. Your grandfather saved

QUMS

brother right away once I get the

the clinic, and a car

glanced up at the clinic's sign and ambled into

that Ansel had arrived, Matthew rose and

strive to fulfill your

literature with great caution. The book was so worn out that the pages might fall out

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

letters on the book's cover vaguely spelled out

through the