The Great Medical Saint (Matthew)

Chapter 162

Tracy walked in. "Ms. Carter, Oh, you're here too, Mr. Grant."

Matthew sat silently, choosing to ignore Tracy as she was always being sarcastic.

Upon seeing Matthew's silence, Tracy smirked. "Ms. Carter doesn't have any plans today. You can wait in the lounge at the logistics department."

With a sniff, Tracy remarked, "Oh, is this the new coffee? It smells quite good." Without waiting for a response, she lifted the cup and took a sip.

Rachel wanted to warn her that Matthew had drunk from it, but before she could intervene, it was too late. Tracy had already taken a sip. Her pretty face immediately twisted into an odd expression. Matthew watched in astonishment as Tracy finished drinking coffee.

She then smacked her lips and nodded approvingly, "Mhm, this is the best coffee I've ever had. It's so delicious."

Tracy noticed Matthew's bewildered gaze and added boldly, "What are you staring at? Haven't you ever had coffee before?"

Matthew's expression was odd. "I've had it before. It does taste good." With that, he turned and left.

Tracy pointed at Matthew's back and asked Rachel, "Rae, wasn't this coffee just delivered? Did he drink from it?"

Rachel blushed, "Yes. He took a sip and left it on the table. Then you came, picked it up, and drank from it."

understood what had happened. "So you're saying I drank from the cup he used? Why didn't you tell me

"You drank from it before I

the door, she yelled, "Tell Matthew that I've learned martial arts. Don't let me catch him, or I'll show him my wrath. Hmph!" Rachel sighed, knowing

clinic, Jenny was arranging medicines in the cabinet

walked in. "Has anyone come to collect that book

shown up yet. Do you think the people

way. Let's give it a bit more time. I have

Jenny could

old mansion. He visited that place every week. Sometimes he'd tell me about the importance

something peculiar. Even for someone who loved nostalgia, such frequent visits to the old mansion seemed unusual. Could Medieval Medicine be there? Just as Matthew was contemplating whether to make a trip there, two cars

person leading the

he was in his 40s.

neatly combed hair. Four burly men followed closely behind him like bodyguards. en

entering the clinic, the man scanned Jenny, Cosmo, and Matthew before approaching Jenny.

her brow, finding the address "miss" rather awkward. "Yes,

Liam Higgs. You can call me

man didn't seem like a patient or someone after Medieval Medicine.

across the consultation desk, sitting quietly like