The Great Medical Saint (Matthew)

Chapter 434

What? Sandra's eyes went wide. She dropped the watermelon in her hand, and its juice splattered everywhere on the floor. Her heart was shattered just like the watermelon. She mumbled, "That's 100 million dollars! How is that book worth so much? Oh my goodness, I sold it for less than 100 million dollars.

"I always ask myself why Renae thinks the medical literature is more precious than finding a partner. It turns out to be so much money. Damn it. The buyer tricked me." Standing at the side, Donna changed the way she looked at Renae as if she was seeing Renae for the first time. Renae actually possessed a book worth 100 million dollars.

After recovering from the shock, Donna held Sandra's arm. "Stop crying, Mom. Think carefully about who you sold the medical literature to. We have to get it back."

Sandra wiped away her tears and nodded in agreement. "Yes! We absolutely need to get the book back. I've seen the guy a lot. He's always wandering around this area, collecting old books, bottles, and boxes. He must live nearby." Matthew didn't have the time to argue with Sandra. Finding the book was what mattered. With the details Sandra had provided, Matthew had a rough idea of who she had sold it to.

"You're not saying a junk collector took your book, are you?"

Even if the buyer offered 10 thousand dollars, it was still a lot of money. If a junk collector acquired it, that was just ridiculous. Sandra nodded. "A junk collector took it. He used to be out every day collecting cardboard boxes, bottles, and old TVs.

"Just yesterday, he suddenly started offering high prices for old books. I ran into him, so I asked how much he was offering.

million dollars. I was curious about how much he'd offer, so I showed him Renae's book." Matthew

to the local junkyard and see if we can find anything." With that, Sandra, Donna, and Renae got in the backseat, whereas Matthew took the front seat beside the driver. Trevor took the

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the yard, a few old people were selling old books. One of them, probably in his 90s, had a head of

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medicine because it tastes so bitter. This book will end up going to the rats sooner or

grabbed the medical book from the old man and handed it to the junkyard's owner to have a look. "Check out this book, mister. It's 300 Folk Remedies. How much

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"100 dollars. If you're ready to sell, I'll take it on