The Great Medical Saint (Matthew)

Everything felt unreal as Clint watched his men struggle frantically before going completely still. Standing in the middle of the corpses, Matthew looked like a demon from hell.

Matthew shifted his murderous gaze to Clint and coldly remarked, "It's your turn."

Clint locked eyes with Matthew. Fear struck him as he frantically backed away, eventually tripping and falling with a thud.

He hurriedly shouted, "Don't kill me! I know I was wrong. I shouldn't have been an accomplice. I regret my actions. I shouldn't have stopped those healthy people from escaping. Please give me one more chance."

With a swish, Matthew swung the Apex Blade, sending blood flying onto Clint's face. The latter squeezed his eyes shut in fear. Then, a sharp pain hit his chest.

Clint quickly snapped open his eyes and saw the blade piercing into his heart. The excruciating pain flooded his mind.

He gritted his teeth and shouted, "Why? I already told you I regret it. Why can't you spare me?"

Furrowing his brows, Matthew was surprised Clint would ask that. He grunted and yanked out the Apex Blade.

the verge of passing out from the agony. His face contorted in pain as he fought to endure the agony. He tried

and his strength gradually leaving him. That was when Matthew decided to say, "What if I told you I regret killing you? Is there still time to

on the brink of death, his blood nearly drained. Yet,

ground his teeth in anger. Mustering the last bit of his strength, he weakly muttered, "What's the point of

That is what I'd also like to tell you. Your regret doesn't mean a damn thing.

struggled to say something, but he didn't even have the strength to lift his head. His body slumped on the floor and soon became O

the sound of blood gurgling out of the body could be heard. The

Matthew for the first time. He felt a mix of emotions toward Matthew, including respect, fear, and even

card room for Integrative Medicine. Now, he showed up

you again. How many Red Wolves' hideouts

don't know anything about the other hideouts. I only report

he couldn't get anything useful out of Dallas. He was surprised at how

side and found a chair to sit on. Looking at the bodies in front of him, he knitted