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?"

a mysterious smile.

onto Rachel's hand as they entered the elevator. Then, Rachel stared at Matthew, anticipating his answers for whatever

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

and the doors opened when they arrived at the top floor. Matthew then

hospital director's office, and Matthew was about to knock on the door when someone called out from

thanked the person and headed toward the Neurology Inpatient Ward with

an IV drip

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

this research project was. However, she was surprised to learn that he couldn't even perform a chip-implanting surgery on her brain and needed

felt a deep-rooted fear, because Leander hadn't brought her to the two hospitals with the best medical skills in Lambda City but the

because there was a possibility of dying if the

bags had been infused into her bloodstream, a nurse entered the room and informed her, "The morning infusion session is done for now. You'll

the nurse took away the three IV bags, she turned to

shoes and walked out of the ward, slowly heading toward the elevator. She

guard came over from the side of the elevator and asked, "Ms. Sanders, are you going down? I've

this moment, Tessa realized 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 nerves