The Great Medical Saint (Matthew)

Chapter 195

Rachel stared at the scene before her in disbelief. What was going on? Terry had never been easy to talk to, and he'd been so harsh to her earlier. Why was he being so respectful to Matthew now? Matthew turned Terry down. "I'm busy. I don't have time for lunch with you. We can eat when it's time for your next treatment session!"

He headed over to Rachel. Seeing that she was still dazed, he said, "Let's go!"

"Huh? Okay."

She returned to her senses. She wanted to ask about Terry's decision to pull out his investment but could only suppress her curiosity when Matthew didn't say anything.

It looked like she would have to wait until they left the building before she could get answers.

Terry smiled at her and said, "I'm sorry for my earlier rudeness, Ms. Carter. Don't mind me. Just know that I won't pull out my investment anymore. If you need any help, just say the word. I promise I'll get it done for you!" Rachel felt like she was dreaming. She didn't expect Matthew to resolve the problem so easily.

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Meanwhile, Sheldon's expression twisted more with every passing second. It had been 14... 15... 16 minutes! Why were they taking so long? Had Terry changed his mind? It couldn't be!

He had faith in Terry's promise and believed the latter wouldn't change his mind just because Rachel had come in person. Still, he couldn't help becoming increasingly agitated.

17 minutes had passed, but Rachel and Matthew had yet

behind them as he walked them out. How had things turned out like this? Sheldon was baffled. Terry had promised him! Why had he suddenly changed

he saw the broad grins on Rachel's and Matthew's faces, his expression turned steely, and

he pulled out his phone and called a person named Leslie Locke. "How's it going? Did you manage to speak to all those herb

line. "Yep! They stay too far apart though. It's gonna take too

past Sheldon's face. "Send more cars and people so that they

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inside an office at Ozenia Charity's headquarters.

at him and said, "I'm grateful to you for sponsoring me to study in Eastoria, Mr. Durbin, and I've served you for many years now. Our contract should

"Contracts are nothing but useless pieces of paper. Don't overthink this. Our

job since you've just returned, right? I have a simple job that

Kloss looked overjoyed. "What is it? Does it really provide such

heard of someone

frowned slightly. "He's my uncle. My

looked

want to invite him