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?"

remarked, "It's just a bit of bad weather, and you're calling it dangerous? When you're on the battlefield with bullets flying everywhere, will you be crying for your mom?

toward the car by the

strong gust of wind flipped it inside out

head and walked briskly

made their way toward the car. Annoyed, he tossed the

for them. When the trio got inside the car,

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

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

Sitting beside the driver, Horace looked at the raging

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

Santana chuckled and remarked, "This journey feels like divine

head. "Do you believe

smile, "I'm not superstitious, but having a smooth journey is

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

will be next to impossible. This is his only

Matthew rested on a chair with his eyes fixed on the door. The storm outside

Sebastian rubbed his hands anxiously. "Perhaps you should go now, Mr. Grant." His mind was filled with the images of Horace

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