The Great Medical Saint (Matthew)

Clint walked down to the basement. The sound of his light footsteps echoed in the hallway.

He softly sang a nursery rhyme from his childhood. "You are my sunshine, my only sunshine. You make me happy when skies are gray..."

In his head, he was already thinking about how to celebrate tonight with the 10 thousand dollars. Should he go to Maya at the spa, or meet up with Amber at the massage parlor?

Clint had worked for Dallas for many years, and Dallas had always been generous. All Clint had to do was follow orders and crack down hard on the troublemaking patients and their families. Then, Dallas would always reward him handsomely.

Humming a tune, he made his way to the basement level and saw that the door to one of the rooms was ajar.

He headed straight over. Upon arriving at the door, he saw the psychiatric patient named Cassidy leaning against the doorway, peeking into the room. Without hesitation, he slapped her.

Cassidy fell to the floor. When she looked up and saw that it was Clint, she shrank in fear and pleaded, "Please don't hit me. I'm begging you! I won't do it again."

However, Clint coldly snorted. "Scram!"

Upon finishing his words, he dusted off his hands even though it wasn't dirty. Watching Cassidy scramble away in fear, his anger quickly faded away as if a switch had been flipped.

with a grin, "The security team is packed with skilled fighters now, Mr.

the ingratiating smile on his face froze. A look of horror

all five fingers with blood gushing out from his hand. Several wounds on his body were

utterly dumbfounded. As the security captain, he only realized it after Dallas had

flashed in his hopeless eyes. "Hurry up and

almost bolted away in fear. But when he looked closely, he only saw two strangers. One was scruffy and didn't seem threatening at all, while

had two opponents when he had more than ten security

and urgently yelled, "To all security personnel, gather at Basement Room 005

As long as his team showed up, having more people would give him the upper hand. These intruders might not

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