The Great Medical Saint (Matthew)

Chapter 169

Matthew's eyes gleamed with a cold light. With lightning speed, his right foot flashed out and kicked Harry's wrist. With a thud, the sword flew into the air, tracing a silver arc. Matthew's hand shot up, catching the blade effortlessly. With a swift flick of his wrist, the blade slashed Harry's throat, sending a fine spray of blood into the air.

Harry clutched his neck, his face contorted in pain and shock. "You... Who are you?" he gasped, desperate for answers in his final moments.

This was the question that gnawed at him as he faced death-why had his seemingly foolproof plan unraveled so disastrously here? Harry couldn't die without knowing.

Nearby, Cosmo appeared almost exhilarated. Though the room had four, and a man was bleeding from his neck, he wasn't scared.

At this moment, Cosmo's face flushed with pride. "He's the one who taught me to use boiling water to treat facial neuritis. Not only were you not able to beat him in a fight, but your medical skills were also no match for his!"

Harry's eyes widened in sheer disbelief, bulging as if they might pop out of their sockets. His expression wavered between sudden realization, shock, and regret.

Clutching his throat, he stammered, "I... I... should have just taken the book and... and left..."

His voice grew fainter with each word until it dwindled into silence. His head slumped to the side, and he collapsed to the ground.

Jenny was pale, her face frozen in a mixture of terror and disbelief. In her shock, she instinctively reached out to cover Cosmo's eyes, trying to shield him from the gruesome sight.

pushed her hand away. "I'm not scared," he declared firmly. "I've seen dead bodies before-Grandpa's, Mom's, and Dad's. I'm not afraid of the dead. These people deserved it. Their deaths don't scare me. They make me happy." Jenny stared at her brother in shock. It was the first time she had heard Cosmo saying something like this. A sense of fear crept into her

replaced by someone she barely recognized. Her heart ached with a strange,

ruffling his hair,

bodies scattered across the floor. "What do

paused to think, then pulled out

heard Matthew's voice. A broad smile appeared

winced when Ansel

and replied, "I've got a few corpses here. I need you to

trust in Ansel, after having established Opulent

Medicine, Ansel got it for him in just one day. The fake copy hardly had any flaws, and could even hold a candle to the original copy. Matthew believed that the people Nicholas had entrusted to him were truly

wider. "Send me the location, and I'll have someone clean it up right

location and urged,

muttering to himself, "Looks like

advising pedestrians to take an

front of the clinic restored to its

seemingly unable

where did you learn the

This method seemed too