The Great Medical Saint (Matthew)

Chapter 805

Tony turned to Benedict and reprimanded, "He's a miracle doctor and my savior, Benedict. Why are you getting him arrested? Do you want me dead or what?"

Benedict hurriedly shook his head. "No, it's not like that. You saved my son's life. I'd never want you dead. At that time, I thought he was fooling around. You don't understand. Even the specialists in Khoitwood couldn't treat your condition. Seeing how young he was, I thought there was no way he could help you, so I called the police."

Tony grunted. "You don't know jack shit. Age doesn't matter for medical skills. Let's take the Afflictan Sect's medical expertise for example. If one has mastered the 13 Phantom Needles, one will be considered a great doctor no matter one's age. I bet he's a distinguished doctor in the Afflictan Sect."

With a sheepish look, Benedict turned to Matthew and said, "Sorry, I didn't know any better. I never expected your acupuncture treatment could bring Dr. Carling back to his senses.

"Your skills are truly something else. I'd like to extend my heartfelt apology. Please don't hold my ignorance against me."

Benedict couldn't believe his bad luck, calling the cops on a whim like that. He had basically shot himself in the foot. When they showed up later, he had no idea how he'd explain it.

Matthew had seen plenty of people mess up, but Benedict was the first to apologize so openly. So, he didn't want to pursue the matter. "Looks like the cops are here. You're on your own with this one."

Smiling, Benedict responded, "Alright. Don't worry about it. I'll make sure not to trouble you."

Several villagers familiar with Tony gathered around him, asking all sorts of questions.

briefly, he sent them away and led Matthew toward his

more than happy to accept Tony's invitation. "I'd love to visit your place and have a chat, but you don't have to go through the trouble of

you enjoy spicy food? How about buffalo wings or jalapeño nachos? I'm pretty good at cooking. One way or another, I'm making you my signature dish

he was practically spitting as he talked, unlike a typical old man. He grabbed Matthew's hand like he

"How about we skip

down the idea right away. "That's not

"All I did was clear your mind.

back to my senses is as good as you saving my life. I have to make you a proper meal to show my gratitude. Look at that. My house is

cod and

gate and reached out to push the rusty

you insist, I'll gladly take

iron gate wobbled as

grinned

handpicked the fish

off halfway through his

his eyes

in the yard. Matthew was