The Great Medical Saint (Matthew)

A few cars drove on the main road in the southern suburbs, making their way to Clearwater Psychiatric Hospital.

In the back seat of the first car, Leo was on the phone with Greg Norris, his grandfather. "Hi, Grandpa. I'm currently on a mission."

Greg chuckled. "How's your mission coming along?"

Leo didn't know what to say, so he casually replied, "All good."

Greg remarked with a smile, "That's great to hear. When I'm still around, make sure you take this chance to shine and rack up some merits. A Medal of Honor is out of the question, but you've still got a shot for a Silver Star or Bronze Star."

Upon hearing Greg's words, Leo couldn't help but smile bitterly. His primary task now was cleaning. Leo could forget about the Bronze Star since he couldn't even get verbal recognition.

"Don't worry, Grandpa. I'll work harder."

Greg added with a grin, "Don't take it lightly. You need to keep it in mind. You'll need to write a detailed report on the highlights, lessons learned, and any insights from this operation. Make it detailed and turn it in when you're done."

Leo's expression darkened. All he did was haul bodies, clean the blood on the floor, and sweep the place clean. What were the highlights? Did Leo learn any lessons? Were there any insights to gain?

"I'll pass on writing a report this time. I'm just not feeling it."

seriously at all? If you don't have any takeaways, just make something up. Even if your mind is blank, you still have to write down some insights. How do you expect me to pull strings for

takeaways. There's

some sense into Leo. "How can you be so bad at this? Fine then. Just tell me what you've done in your mission. I'll have someone write it

line. After thinking for a while, he sighed, "There's really nothing to

nothing worth mentioning? Tell me what you've done. I'm sure

Greg's insistence, Leo reluctantly opened up.

have janitors for that? Why on earth would they need a military officer like you

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meant dealing with bodies and cleaning up

was a time of peace, and Leo had only

are all these bodies coming

scratched his head. "You'll probably know the details of the

to make a name for yourself? Cleaning up the battlefield ranks below the kitchen

he ask you to do the cleaning? Is he out of his mind? Tell him who it was. I'll call him right

hesitation, Leo said,

appearing to mull over the name. After a while, he

your grandpa? What makes him