The Great Medical Saint (Matthew)

Chapter 171

When Matthew saw the title, "Medieval Medicine" on the cover, he couldn't hide his excitement. He reached out to pet Max's head and tried to take the book.

But to his surprise, Max refused to let go. The dog growled softly, gnashing its teeth and holding the book tightly in its jaws. It was almost as if Max was saying, "I'll bite you if you try to take this!" Matthew chuckled at the dog's defiance and let go. He turned to Cosmo and said, "Why don't you give it a try?"

As soon as Matthew released the book, Max trotted over to Cosmo, still clutching onto Medieval Medicine.

Cosmo gently took the book from Max, his face lighting up with a broad smile. "Good boy! I'll make sure you get a sausage every day if you come with us."

Max wagged its tail, making soft, happy noises, and circled Cosmo energetically. Cosmo handed it to Matthew and continued playing with Max.

Matthew opened the plastic bag and took out the Medieval Medicine, flipping through its pages.

He had been taught by his master about its contents before, but the fact that it was authored by Samuel Lawrence still filled him with excitement.

Jenny watched eagerly as Matthew examined Medieval Medicine. This book was a monumental work in the field of medicine, regarded by physicians as a treasure.

to take it from Matthew's hands but

handed her the book with a smile. "Take a look, and give it back to

He had only kept it in his custody. But now, Matthew

spend too

flipped through the pages, she suddenly said, "The handwriting in the real book is almost identical to the fake. And the content is exactly

the fake copy was

Medicine was fake, its content couldn't afford to be incorrect. People relied

Opulent Club. You can go there anytime if you want to

placed the book back into the plastic bag

what do we do about the fake copy? Could it bring us trouble

Lay low for a while, and I'll come find you

brow.

expression darkened with concern. Taking out five Eastoreans would surely provoke retaliation. Handing over Medieval Medicine might not afford them protection this time. After a brief

the vehicles was a man in his early 30s, his short hair framing a resolute face atop a sturdy physique. There were calluses on his fists, a telltale sign of his mastery in martial arts. He was Lucas Crane. He came from Southveil and was a son

out the

in disbelief. "Considering Mr. Mullin's fame, why would he set up such a shabby club in such