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.

Jenny was horrified. The unbearable feeling of helplessness was weighing down on

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

the third day, 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

hung up

out, "You have to save Cosmo, please! I'm willing to do anything in

can be your lover. As long

what Noah had

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

encountering someone so ruthless. He treated Cosmo, a living human, like a

pleas,

your brother, but I'm not going to make any unreasonable demands. Your grandfather saved my mentor,

QUMS

right away once I get the forged copy of

up all night at the clinic, and a car finally pulled up at the clinic

got out of the car. He glanced

that Ansel had arrived, Matthew rose and asked,

to him. "I always strive to fulfill your demands. Have

so worn out that the pages might fall out if he wasn't careful enough, looking as if thousands of

page was ragged. It looked as if

cover vaguely spelled out "Medieval

through the book