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?"

and gazed at the raging storm outside. He calmly remarked, "It's just a bit of bad weather, and you're calling it dangerous? When you're on

toward the car by

strong gust of wind flipped it inside out as soon as he opened it, causing him to stumble

shook his head and walked briskly behind Brad into the

way toward the car. Annoyed, he tossed

rushed ahead to the car and opened the door for them. When the trio got

Brad kept urging, "Quickly get to Clearwater Psychiatric Hospital. Any later, and it'll be

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

Sitting beside the driver, Horace looked

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

Horace, Edmund Santana chuckled and remarked,

head. "Do you believe in

superstitious, but having a smooth journey is always nice. We've arrived in

getting older without the proper qualifications. Plus, his luck isn't great

up will be next to impossible. This is his only shot. I trust he'll make the

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

anxiously. "Perhaps you should go now, Mr. Grant." His mind was filled

sighed. "I shouldn't have dragged you into this. Hurry up and carry your father out. If you