The Great Medical Saint (Matthew)

"Charge!" Carlos roared like a thunderclap, cracking through the rain.

Upon hearing the command, the 80 men stormed toward Clearwater Psychiatric Hospital like ferocious beasts.

When they entered the hospital, they split up into eight teams of ten people each. The teams spread out to hunt down Matthew.

The rain kept pouring, and the wind kept howling. The heavy rain and mist made it hard to see ahead. Trevor looked at the awful weather and turned to Brad.

"The visibility is poor, and many trees have fallen, Mr. Miles. It's too dangerous. Maybe you shouldn't go after all."

Brad glanced at the weather outside and shrugged it off. "It's not like bullets are raining from the sky. What's there to be afraid of?"

Trevor turned to Hugh for help. "Can you talk him out of this, Mr. Walker? It's really not safe."

Hugh nonchalantly looked at the harsh weather outside and coldly snorted. He irritably said, "He's right. It's not like bullets are coming down. What's so dangerous about it?"

Trevor was at a loss for words. Sure, it wasn't raining bullets, but Brad and Hugh were old. Most importantly, their ranks were quite high. He had to ensure their safety.

What if a tree had fallen onto the car when they were driving down the road because of the storm? What if something heavy had fallen from the building on either side of the road because of the heavy rain? What if the howling wind took down the power line pole?

The more Trevor thought about it, the more hesitant he became to take Brad to Clearwater Psychiatric Hospital. "How about we wait until the rain stops?"

bad weather, and you're calling it dangerous? When you're on the battlefield with bullets flying everywhere,

he walked directly toward the car by the

umbrella, but a strong gust of wind flipped it inside out as soon as he opened it,

shook his head and walked briskly

as Brad and Hugh ignored the rain and made their way toward the car. Annoyed,

and opened the door for them. When the trio got inside the

"Quickly get to Clearwater Psychiatric Hospital. Any later, and

to waste any more time and started the engine. He floored the gas and sped into the

airport. Sitting beside the driver, Horace looked at the raging

it to the airport before the rain started. If we were late,

to Horace, Edmund Santana chuckled and

his head. "Do

having a smooth journey is always

that. He's getting older without the proper qualifications.

This is his only

with his eyes fixed on the door. The storm outside seemed to have nothing to do

go now, Mr. Grant." His mind was filled with the images of Horace storming in with his soldiers. Numerous guns

up and carry