The Great Medical Saint (Matthew)

Chapter 579

Wyatt made fun of Matthew for not being able to get into Arcadia, knowing he'd just been promoted from hired muscle to vice president. In essence, Matthew was still just a thug to him.

Hired muscle didn't belong to a place like Arcadia. Even Wyatt's status alone wasn't enough to enter. He could only come in because of his connections. As for Matthew, he didn't even deserve to get in.

Matthew coldly said, "I'm inside Arcadia. Where do you expect me to meet you?"

What? Wyatt was taken aback. "Did you just say you're in Arcadia? How did you come in?"

Matthew snapped. "I just flew in here. Where are you? I'll come to find you."

Wyatt grunted. "Fine. Since you're here, I'll tell you my location. Just so you know, getting in doesn't mean you'll get what you want. Don't get your hopes up. Bigger hopes lead to bigger letdowns."

Matthew couldn't be bothered to bicker on this. He just wanted to see Wyatt to get the formula back, so he asked again, "Where can I find you?"

Wyatt snickered. "Since you're adamant about coming, meet me at Room 408 on the fourth floor."

With that, Matthew ended the call. After hanging up, Matthew turned to Jerome and said, "I've got things to take care of today. After I'm done, I'll treat your condition."

Jerome had been filled with hope, believing he could finally overcome the illness that had been haunting him for so long. No one knew

days, Jerome had a crush on his classmate. She

making it hard to look away from her. Besides that,

in school was named Elvira Baird. She loved

her pen dropped to the floor, the way she leaned down to grab it would

floor to sneak a few glimpses of her chest. It was a

In the end, Elvira married a classmate whose dad was the director of urban development

learned a valuable lesson-that it took money and power to win

and make lots of money and used that money and power to make up for the regrets of his youth. That explained why he always looked

wasn't into gambling, drinking, sports car, and traveling. The only thing he enjoyed was the company of women in their 20s. Unfortunately, the

dreams, Jerome fantasized about coming across a miracle doctor to cure his impotence. At

on the treatment. "The treatment fee will be ten million dollars, Dr. Grant. I have the money,

furrowed his brows. "I get

even more anxious. He had heard from Lance that Austin spent 50 million dollars

that Matthew didn't

low, I'm happy to pay more. I need your help to get me treated. I'm begging you. My future happiness depends on