The Great Medical Saint (Matthew)

Chapter 252

Did Silas really need to hit Jensen?

Silas' expression fluctuated as he clenched his fist. But when he heard that he wouldn't be able to keep his clinic open if he didn't take action, his temper flared up.

He rushed forward and started wildly throwing punches. "I'll kill you! I'll kill you! If I can't open up my clinic, no one can!"

At this moment, he seemed possessed and kept muttering continuously as his punches rained down. However, his punches were weak and his execution was incorrect. Although it looked like a violent attack, the damage was negligible. Matthew reckoned that if he were the one taking action, Jensen's bones would've broken with a single punch.

He just watched silently. He had said so much earlier to urge Silas to vent his frustration.

Jensen's men who had been knocked down by Matthew earlier began getting back up, grimacing in pain. Seeing Silas hitting Jensen, they didn't dare to say anything.

Jensen covered his head and gritted his teeth, not daring to fight back. For the first time, he felt fear. Matthew's words about ruthless retribution made him shudder. It was terrifying.

He just hoped that after this beating, the matter would be settled with no future retaliation.

At the entrance to the clinic, neighbors and passersby stood shocked by this scene. They had never seen something like this before.

parked by the roadside, Baxter watched what happened in the clinic through the

hear what was being said inside, but

plan to shut down the clinic with

sat a man in his 50s with gold-rimmed

he said coldly, "Forget about this clinic for now. Investigate his background

was Emmanuel Kendrick, the director of Medicare Hospital. He was

it, Mr. Kendrick. Shall we go

let's go meet the beautiful president and see if she can handle us." Baxter also grinned. "Even if she can't, she'll have to. Sit tight, Mr. Kendrick. I'm starting

slowly toward

the clinic, Silas was exhausted from punching and stopped to catch his breath. "Alright, I'm

what else to say. His face hurt so much that it hurt when he

afraid of receiving another beating if he lingered. The few men who had come with

sighed in relief. "Ah, it's finally

smile, "How did it feel to

didn't want to stop But... felt uneasy after hitting him. I'm afraid

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long as it felt good, why worry so much? At worst, you can