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.

"I can contact him. Would you like to talk

didn't want to escalate things. After all, he still wanted to make sure Silas could keep his clinic. So, he took out

any instructions

his phone to

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

Dr. Grant angry, you made me angry! Apologize to him right now. If he's not satisfied,

father's Marrowfragia, he

worried that this bone disease was hereditary and feared that he might get it

had

bluntly. He nodded repeatedly in fear. "I-I'll apologize to

handed the phone

my apology. If you're not satisfied, you can hit me to vent your anger! You can even kick me

"What are you waiting for? Hit him!" Bewildered, Silas pointed to

thought of fighting back. All he wanted was to run a clinic and be a good doctor.

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

it came to treating patients, he was skilled. But when it came to fighting, he had no idea how

long time, he finally said, "Let's

this, Jensen breathed a sigh of relief. At