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."

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

it before I had the chance

Matthew that I've learned martial arts. Don't let me catch him, or I'll show him my wrath. Hmph!" Rachel sighed, knowing that Tracy had a thing for holding

Jenny was arranging medicines in

anyone come to collect that

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

bit more time. I have a question for you. Where did your grandfather enjoy

Jenny could

in, "The old mansion. He visited that place every week. Sometimes he'd tell me about the importance of remembering our roots and told us to visit the place regularly

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 pulled up at the entrance, and five people

leading the

was in

a white shirt with neatly combed hair. Four

the man scanned Jenny, Cosmo, and

finding the address "miss" rather awkward. "Yes, I

"My name is Liam Higgs. You can call me Liam. It's a

or someone after Medieval Medicine. Instead, he appeared more like a relative, given his overly polite

took a seat across the consultation desk, sitting quietly like any