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 you

it before

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

Jenny was arranging medicines in the cabinet while Cosmo sat beside

in. "Has anyone come to collect that

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

"No way. Let's give it a bit more time. I have a question for you.

could

tell me about the importance of remembering our roots and told us to

a week? Matthew sensed 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

leading the

like he was in his

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

the clinic, the man scanned Jenny, Cosmo, and Matthew before approaching Jenny. "Excuse me, are you

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

You can

like a patient or someone after

across the consultation desk, sitting quietly like any