The Great Medical Saint (Matthew)

Chapter 243

Silas looked at Matthew in surprise. "All the time. It's always kind of like this, but I'm the one who would get hit.

"I didn't think that you'd hit him and that he'd be scared off. Now I know that they can be scared, too. But they'll definitely get their revenge. You're not safe."

Matthew said nonchalantly, "Trouble will come anyway. Why should we tolerate him?"

Silas nodded. He was really happy seeing the associate dean get slapped. But when he thought of the potential trouble to come, he frowned.

When their neighbors heard that a child had dislocated his arm and gotten treated for free, more sick people came looking for Silas to help. None of their issues were serious.

Silas only prescribed medicines to a few of them. He sent most of them home to rest at home by themselves.

Baxter returned to the hospital. He gnashed his teeth, remembering how he'd been slapped in front of his officials. He called over the security guard, Joseph Lowe.

"A new clinic has opened in front of the hospital. Buy some of their medicine and then claim that it's fake. After that, smash the shop to pieces."

Joseph had done things like this before, but not in this manner. He would usually get someone to plant fake medicine in the clinic. After that, he would go to get treated, and use the fake medicine to report them.

not the best idea to smash the shop,

you. Don't just smash the shop. You gotta beat up the owner too,

of the medicine that he's promoting,

enough money to buy a

you.

eccentric doctor was charging low fees for really good treatments. As a result, more

the clinic. Matthew watched as Silas worked, affirming what

Sect believed

a delicate balance between regeneration and decay. Someone's regenerative abilities would worsen as they grew older, and death occurred when that person's energy was unable

someone could find a way to regenerate their

studied modern science. He believed that the Gugleni

middle age, someone would not be able to recover from illnesses as

long as someone could somehow prolong the lifespan of their regenerative abilities,

streams of science, a group of people barged into the shop. They did not queue

watched quietly, waiting to see how Silas

the middle of diagnosing someone. When he saw the noisy group, he frowned. "If you're here to be treated,