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?"

people of their illnesses, so if anything were to happen, it'd at

healthy man into the psychiatric hospital and forced the man to become a psychiatric patient using the medications here! Does this count as curing people of their

Dallas to do something like that, but he still roared in dissatisfaction, "I don't care what

Matthew burst

at least shocked

heard that a doctor had tortured a perfectly healthy person

Horace didn't care at all. In his eyes, the injustice and misery other people had to face

looked at Matthew with much disdain as he said, "Why not? Because I'm the General of the Southern

even the mayor of Lambda City would have to bow down before me! You

across Dallas' neck and drew fresh blood. In response, Dallas clutched onto his neck to stop the blood from

stopped. The blood ran down his fingers and soon reached

legs in a struggle, while Horace's eyes widened in

well, but just where did Matthew receive the

had to be mad! How could he humiliate Horace

the blood that was staining the blade dripped and splattered onto the ground. He looked as if he

"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

did I kill Dallas, but I've

was in disbelief. He thought he had heard

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