The Great Medical Saint (Matthew)

Chapter 389

The old man, Horace Wood, cursed, "The sky is not falling, and nobody is dying here. Calm down and tell me what happened." The middle-aged man, Adam Wintson, said urgently, "It's Mr. Wood. He's been beaten to a pulp, and his head's a bloody mess." What?

Horace staggered and almost collapsed. Once he steadied himself, he asked urgently, "Is he okay? Is his life in danger?"

Adam quickly shook his head. "He's not in immediate danger, but... his injuries are pretty severe. He'll be bedridden for a while."

Horace scowled with fury as his anger mounted. He roared, "Severe? He's been pampered since he was young and can't even stand a mosquito bite.

"Who dared to hurt him this badly? Who's stupid enough to attack my grandson?"

Adam trembled upon seeing his expression. "It's a guy named Matthew Grant from Lambda City. He's just an ordinary person."

Horace took a deep breath, then threw his fishing rod into the sea. "Let's go back. If he dares to touch my grandson, I'll make sure his entire family pays for it!"

Adam followed closely and didn't dare to make a sound.

There's no way he'd take such a risk. How could an ordinary person

a chilling glint flashed

raw, seething fury that made the

Wood had taken every precaution when meeting Matthew. He even

single shot. In the end, he let Matthew

ground together as he swore, "Mr. Miles, do you want to go to war

rang. He glanced at the caller ID and saw

twitched as

before he exploded, "You worthless piece of shit! I swear I'll make you pay

Isaac, the first thing I'll do is

You raised your grandson to be a tyrant.

he made it past 20. And now that he's 25, you

if he had been waiting for

his hand trembled as he held the phone. "I swear I'll wipe