The Great Medical Saint (Matthew)

Chapter 251

Matthew's eyes were cold as he looked at Jensen as though he were a dead man. "You said the clinic is violating regulations, but it was Lance Stanford who handled the paperwork for me. Are you saying that he issued the health permit illegally?"

Who?

Lance Stanford? How could that be possible?

Jensen's eyes widened in disbelief as he looked at Matthew. Lance was a major health official in Lambda City. Anyone who dealt with him was either a hospital director or a pharmaceutical factory owner.

Anyone who knew Lance could easily make money by simply producing medicine or opening a hospital. How could he possibly have been involved in the opening of just a clinic?

Jensen said incredulously, "You... you can't possibly know Lance. Even if you did, he wouldn't be reduced to inspecting a small clinic."

Matthew recalled when he'd met Lance during the permit application process, which was when the latter had heard that Matthew wanted to open a clinic.

Lance had asked if he wanted to open a hospital instead and offered to find investors for him. Matthew only had to be responsible for making money.

At that time, Matthew had said that he only wanted to open a clinic, which had left Lance in shock. After confirming with him several times, Lance had personally handled the paperwork.

He had said that it was his way of repaying Matthew's favor-the latter had saved his father's life.

the doubt in Jensen's voice, Matthew said coldly, "I can contact him. Would you

want to escalate things. After all, he still wanted to make sure Silas could keep his clinic. So, he took out his phone

any instructions for me,

phone to Jensen.

Lance's voice. He stammered, "Mr. Stanford, my name is Jensen Lynch. There's been a misunderstanding here. I... I made

blind? If you made Dr. Grant angry,

Although he had paid for Matthew to treat his father's Marrowfragia, he had learned that his ancestors also suffered from

he might

that Jensen had offended Matthew infuriated

bluntly.

the phone

blind. Please accept my apology. If you're not satisfied, you can hit me to vent your

beside him. "What are you waiting for? Hit him!" Bewildered, Silas

one getting beaten up and bullied He'd never thought of fighting back. All he wanted was to

"Yes, hit him hard. Make him remember the pain, so no one will dare to

for words. When it came to treating patients, he was skilled. But when it came to fighting,

time, he finally said, "Let's just forget

relief. At least this guy hadn't lost his