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?"

chill. "This is a hospital to cure people of their illnesses, so if anything were to happen, it'd at most be a doctor-patient dispute. I don't care what he's done, but I'm here to back him

then pointed at Dallas and said, "He took a perfectly healthy man into the psychiatric hospital and forced the man to become a psychiatric patient using the medications

to do something like that, but he still roared in dissatisfaction, "I don't care what happened between the both of you, but you can't

Matthew burst into fury.

thought that Horace would feel at least shocked

if they heard that a doctor had tortured a perfectly healthy person into

In his eyes, the injustice and misery other people had to face

Because I'm the General of the Southern Army, and I've got 100 thousand soldiers in

of Lambda City would have to bow down before me! You asked me why not, but

across Dallas' neck and drew fresh blood. In response, Dallas clutched onto his neck

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

legs in a struggle, while Horace's eyes

where

gave out. Matthew had to be mad! How could he humiliate Horace

blade dripped and splattered onto the ground. He

he gritted his teeth in anger. "Very well. You must have a death wish! How dare

"Not only did I kill

disbelief. He thought he had heard

days ago, and no one had been able to find him, which was why Horace had