The Great Medical Saint (Matthew)

Chapter 145

The creepy Heretic Medic asked, "Don't believe me?"

Matthew remained silent, growing even more cautious.

Seeing that the Heretic Medic was about to make a move, the burly men nearby looked extremely uneasy and began to inch toward the door. They desperately wanted to escape.

Seeing this, the Heretic Medic smirked and said to them, "Don't leave just yet. Let me show you the one-handed technique I've been practicing."

Terrified, the men stopped in their tracks and dared not take another step.

The Heretic Medic nodded in satisfaction, then walked toward Matthew. "Where should I strike you with my finger?"

Expressionless, Matthew sensed that this person had driven himself mad with his unethical research.

He was talkative for a crazed researcher.

But seeing the fear in those men's eyes, he knew that the Heretic Medic was strong and ruthless.

Matthew relaxed his body, loosening his muscles as much as possible. He remained mentally alert. As long as he wanted to, his fists and limbs could transform into the most powerful weapons capable of delivering fatal blows.

just a waste of space. Even if you fought with all your might, you wouldn't pose a threat to me." While speaking, he continued

Medic suddenly lunged at Matthew with a

kicked his foot out at the speed of

feet back. He crashed into the wall before landing heavily on the

a bloody mess, and blood spilled out from it as

blood soon

room fell

widened in disbelief as he stared

gaping. The shock was more intense than

at how weak the Heretic

his chest and mumbled, "How could this happen? Why did I

arm isn't

as he continued clutching his chest. He scanned

en

just need to replace a few organs and get a blood transfusion, then I can survive," he muttered

him crawling toward Jenny's brother.

In order to save himself, he

Heretic Medic's face

he groaned in