The Great Medical Saint (Matthew)

Chapter 582

Jerome gazed at Matthew intensely. "Word has it that someone wants to get these medicines covered under the health insurance plan. Basically, that means these medicines might resurface in the hospital.

"If these meds get into the hospital, it'll be the end of other similar meds. So, we can't allow them to be produced."

As Matthew kept listening, he was more and more shocked. These people were out of their minds. They only thought about making a profit with the meds instead of curing the illness.

All they looked into was making a profit. To make matters worse, they resorted to any means necessary, even straight-up stealing the formula.

Seeing Matthew's expression darkened, Jerome coaxed with a smile, "I've filled you in on the whole story, Dr. Grant. I really hope you'll drop the idea of getting the formula back."

Matthew scoffed. "What if I decide not to back down?"

Jerome's expression turned solemn. "Just a heads up. An important person is coming over. He's not going to be as nice as I am.

"If you're set on getting the formula back, you might not make it out of this room. Worse yet, Wealthwave Group might get kicked out of Lambda City. You'd better think it through."

Matthew coldly replied, "It might not necessarily be me who can't make it out of here in one piece."

This fool... Jerome frowned. "Don't take this the wrong way. You're just a doctor with no power or influence. The person showing up is a big shot. He can easily kick you out of Lambda City with his word."

The sound of footsteps came from outside at that moment.

Grant. You can't take on the person who's coming soon. When he

the door and stepped into the room. He sported a white

up to

you can't,

asked, "Are you planning to haul me

was taken aback when he spotted Matthew, looking like

with your tone, Dr Grant? He's Mr. Lancaster, the

him right

"Do you even who you're dealing with, Matthew? How can you talk like

Matthew's expression turned grim

really sorry. I messed up this time. I didn't realize it was Mr. Grant looking for the formula. This is all on me thumbly apologize

head. The last time he did a favor for Isaac, Matthew slapped him so hard that he

past. If it weren't for the prominent figures backing him,

eyes wide open, as if their eyes were going to pop out of

of Lambda City. What he said went in the city. A simple stomp from him

innocent and apologized. If Wyatt

only steadied himself by leaning against the wall.

"There

on his

fear. "I made