The Great Medical Saint (Matthew)

Chapter 580

Wyatt sat in the room calmly. He scooped some coffee powder into a pristine coffee pot and added some fresh water. Next, he added condiments to the coffee

pot.

Finally, he added boiling water to the coffee pot, and steam started escaping from its spout. The room was filled with a faint coffee aroma.

When Wyatt finished everything, he took his time and said, "I already said he's a bigwig. He doesn't have time to just sit around and wait for you. I'm going to be straight with you today. Your status doesn't cut it. You're already lucky to be here. Forget about getting the formula."

Matthew coldly remarked, "Are those your words, or did your boss say that?"

Wyatt replied with a scornful look. "The big shot wouldn't waste their time talking to you. Just look at you. He wouldn't even bother to glance your way."

Matthew kept a blank expression. He didn't want to complicate things before meeting their higher-ups. "So, when is the big guy coming?"

Wyatt raised an eyebrow. "You can't wait any longer, can you? Fine. I'll reach out to my boss. I'll crush that hope of yours once and for all."

With that, Wyatt picked up the phone and chatted for a bit before hanging up. "He's on the way, but I've got to warn you to not get your hopes up. He won't even spare a glance at you."

into the room,

looking for you, Mr. Murray. I told him that he's not

Jerome figured Matthew had already left, so he decided to visit Matthew another

hand. "I

looked at Jerome. "Are you the big

hand. "Big shot?

narrowed his eyes. "Are you the one who took the formula from

that the miracle doctor he had begged for treatment

"It's not me. That's a misunderstanding. I swear it wasn't

was going on? Why did Jerome explain himself to

the public

was Matthew's

solemn as he spoke. "If you

why did Wyatt tell me to come

The higher-ups sent

don't hold

the table