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."

"So you're saying I drank from the cup he used? Why didn't

looked apologetic. "You drank from it before I had the

me catch him, or I'll show him my wrath. Hmph!" Rachel sighed,

arranging medicines in the cabinet while Cosmo sat beside her

anyone come to collect that book

a chair out for Matthew to sit on. "No one has shown up yet. Do you think the people

time. I have a question for you. Where

Jenny could respond,

about the importance of remembering our roots and told us to visit

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

leading

like he was in his 40s.

dressed in a white shirt with neatly combed hair. Four burly men

clinic, the man scanned Jenny, Cosmo, and Matthew before

rather awkward.

can

piqued. The man didn't seem like a patient or someone after Medieval Medicine. Instead, he appeared

consultation desk, sitting quietly like any other