The Great Medical Saint (Matthew)

Chapter 143

Looking down at the ground, Noah saw a severed arm lying there. Blood was oozing from the raw end, and the hand was still gripping the gun tightly.

A sharp and excruciating pain hit him just then. The electrifying pain almost caused him to faint, and only now did he realize his arm was gone.

Only half a stump remained, and blood was gushing out like an open faucet.

Matthew raised the knife to his neck and asked, "What organization are you from? Why do you want Medieval Medicine? Who are you?"

Noah was trembling in pain, and beads of sweat appeared on his forehead. Gritting his teeth, he said, "Y-You're in big trouble! Don't think you're so tough. You won't leave this room alive." With a swish, Matthew swung the knife in his hand, and one of Noah's ears fell off.

He let out a piercing scream. His only arm was clutching his severed limb and unable to cover his ear. "I'll talk! My name is Noah Sullivan. I can't bear the pain anymore. Please don't hurt me again!" Matthew uttered coldly, "You speak of pain? Did you ever consider the pain of those whose organs you sold?"

Noah was quivering. "I-I administer anesthesia. They don't feel pain. I can't take it anymore, please."

They don't feel pain? Matthew glanced around and spotted a medicine shelf stocked with various drugs, including an analgesia pump which seemed to still have medication in it.

He grabbed it and walked back to Noah. "I'll give you this analgesic and then punch you 300 times. Let me know if it hurts or not."

Noah was terrified, well aware that Matthew could kill him with just a single punch. 300 punches would certainly turn him into pulp.

hurts so much. It'll

cold as he said, "Didn't you

die. Your punches are too powerful. Please, don't hurt me. If you do, the Heretic Medic will come out from

the mention of a mysterious "Heretic Medic". He plunged the analgesia

hit his muscle and not his vein, so it wouldn't help in

to speak, a

sound of breaking ribs echoed, and Noah let out

Noah's stomach cramped up, and he couldn't

could even take

punch after punch

his cries grew weaker until finally there

was left was his

repeated punches, Noah was a bloody,

men were stunned by this scene. They cowered in the corners while watching

glanced back. The men looked away, not daring to meet his

door leading into another

30s with long hair,

the mess on the floor