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."

you not take this seriously at all? If you don't have any takeaways, just make something up. Even if your mind is blank, you

honestly have no takeaways. There's just

knock 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 up. All you need to

his brow and stayed quiet on the line. After thinking for a while,

to worry. "How's there nothing worth mentioning? Tell me what you've done. I'm sure we can come

with Greg's insistence, Leo reluctantly opened up.

Why on earth would they need a military officer like you to

IMS

I meant dealing with bodies and cleaning

of peace, and Leo had only

Greg asked, "Where are all these bodies coming from? What exactly

head. "You'll probably know the details of

a name for yourself? Cleaning up the battlefield ranks below the

the cleaning? Is he out of

hesitation, Leo

to mull over the name. After a while, he remarked, "Who the hell is Matthew?

him think