The Great Medical Saint (Matthew)

Chapter 747

Matthew nodded his head in reply. "I am. Look, if they earned two million dollars with a single bed each year, it must mean that they earn at least six to seven thousand dollars a day. Just the numbers alone scare me."

Rachel laughed and said, "But they're nothing compared to you. They're only earning a few thousand dollars each day per bed, but you'd be asking for a billion dollars as the medical fees."

Then, it finally hit Matthew-Rachel was referring to something else. But there were just some things that Rachel didn't know about.

For example, he had never charged his inmates whenever he treated them when they were sick. Sometimes, he would even treat the inmates' family members for free, and Matthew only ever charged the rich if he were to cure them.

Frankly, Matthew wasn't actually allowed to practice medicine because of the rules Nicholas had set. The latter had a more important task for Matthew to finish.

Back then, Matthew couldn't tell what was more important than curing people and saving lives. But he understood now-it was because more traditional medicine practitioners would be able to save more lives with the knowledge preserved from the legacy of the Eight Medical Sects.

With that thought in mind, Matthew smiled and said, "I'll try to reduce practicing medicine from now on."

Rachel was a little confused. She had always thought of Matthew as a money- lover, and that he would charge an exorbitant amount whenever he cured someone. Why would Matthew stop making money when he loved it so much?

Rachel then blurted out her thoughts and questions, "Why? Why would you cut back on practicing medicine?"

Matthew let out a mysterious smile. "Because I have more important things

finally arrived at the elevator, and Matthew held onto Rachel's hand as they entered the elevator. Then, Rachel stared at Matthew, anticipating his answers for whatever it was that was of importance

he didn't want to talk about it. Needless to say, she only got even more curious

Matthew then let go of

was about to knock on the door when someone called out from the side, "You're here to meet Mr. Garland, aren't you? He's at the

the person and headed toward the Neurology

IV drip attached. Above her head hung three different IV bags, each tube connecting to a single

had contorted unpleasantly. Leander had said that he could equip her with an exoskeleton of immense strength and that it could be controlled by her

well-funded this research project was. However, she was surprised to learn that he couldn't even perform a

couldn't do anything about it now that they were at the hospital. Still, she still felt a deep-rooted fear, because Leander hadn't brought her to the two hospitals with the best

if she was a lab rat because there was a possibility of dying if the

morning infusion session is done

nurse took away the three IV bags, she

the ward, slowly heading toward the elevator. She felt the urge to just take the elevator down

of the elevator and asked, "Ms. Sanders, are you going down? I've been assigned

that Leander had sent someone just to watch over her. She then smiled and said, "No, I'm not gonna go down. I just wanted to take a walk because my