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.

few steps, Horace suddenly stopped. "Wait. A trained bodyguard protects Isaac, and he is extremely cautious. There's no way he'd take such a risk. How could an ordinary person get close enough to injure him? What's going on?" Adam hesitated.

eyes narrowed, and a chilling

a raw, seething fury that made the air

every precaution when meeting Matthew. He even brought in Trevor and his heavily armed team from the Air Force unit

end, he let Matthew walk away like he owned

he swore, "Mr. Miles, do you want to go to war with

his phone rang. He glanced at the caller ID and saw it was

twitched as he

chance to speak before he exploded, "You

young? If anything happens to Isaac, the first thing I'll do is dig up your family's graves and blow

Horace, you old fool. You raised your grandson to be a tyrant. Now, he's finally getting a taste of his

before that he would be lucky if he made it past 20. And now that he's 25, you should

glee as if he had been waiting for this day. However, it had come later than he

was so angry that his hand trembled as he held the phone. "I swear I'll wipe