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.

to smash the shop, Mr.

just smash the shop. You gotta

brother a medical representative? If I approve of the medicine that he's promoting, he'll receive at least

about not having enough money to buy a house.

behalf of him, I'm thanking you. I

spread the word that an eccentric doctor was charging low fees for really

about 20 feet formed outside the clinic. Matthew watched as Silas worked, affirming what he'd learned from

Sect believed that

between regeneration and decay. Someone's regenerative abilities would worsen as they grew older, and death occurred when

Sect believed that if someone could find a way to regenerate their

believed that the Gugleni hypothesis was similar to the

cells began dying off faster. After reaching middle age, someone would not

long as someone could somehow prolong the lifespan of their regenerative abilities, they would be able to live for a

into the shop. They did not queue up. They rushed in, complaining that they needed a

watched quietly, waiting to see how

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