The Great Medical Saint (Matthew)

Chapter 542

Trevor could feel the gravity of the situation with what Brad had said, so he stepped hard on the gas pedal and sped through the roads once again.

In a room on the basement's first floor of Clearwater Psychiatric Hospital, Matthew wielded the Apex Blade in one hand as he stared at Horace.

He had to admit that Horace's presence was very imposing-the latter had an upright posture, white hair, youthful features, and eyes as sharp as an eagle's.

Horace was shocked to see Dallas in such a pitiful state. His clothes were almost fully stained with blood, and his hands were injured while his face bore a swollen bruise. Dallas' voice was also so weak that it was almost inaudible.

Horace's face carried a trace of shock. He never thought there'd be anyone who could pull off something so vicious! He then looked at Matthew with a frosty glare.

"Did you do this?"

Matthew casually replied, "I did."

Upon hearing his response, Horace narrowed his eyes sharply. "Don't you know that he's my nephew? I've mentioned it before."

Matthew then said, "I do."

In an instant, Horace's expression twisted ferociously. "So, you did this to him knowing that he was my nephew?"

Matthew then replied coldly, "Don't you know what he's done?"

were to happen, it'd at most be a doctor-patient dispute. I don't care what he's

"He took a perfectly healthy man into the psychiatric hospital and forced the man to become a

roared in dissatisfaction, "I don't care what happened between the both of you,

that, Matthew burst into fury.

that Horace would feel at least shocked or guilty when he learned

anyone would get angry if they heard that a doctor had tortured

didn't care at all. In his eyes, the injustice

I'm the General

bow down before me! You asked me why not,

fresh blood.

neck readily and couldn't be stopped. The blood ran down his fingers and soon reached

legs in a struggle, while Horace's eyes

couldn't understand Matthew at all. He was a well-known figure as well, but just where did Matthew receive the guts to slash the neck of the

mad! How could he humiliate Horace like

Apex Blade aside, and the blood that was staining the blade dripped and splattered onto the ground. He looked as

Matthew looked at Horace, he said, "So what if you're Horace Wood?" Immediately, Horace's face contorted, and he gritted his teeth in anger. "Very well. You must have a death wish! How dare you kill my nephew who I've

only did I kill Dallas, but I've also killed

in disbelief. He thought he had heard him wrong. "Who did

one had been able to find him, which was why Horace had