The Great Medical Saint (Matthew)

Chapter 812

Tony frowned in deep thought, mulling over Matthew's words. It didn't take long before he figured it out. "Nonsense. How is that healing the mind? You're just out for revenge."

Matthew nodded. "You're right. I'm out for payback. Why should I turn the other cheek?"

Tony pursed his lips. It looked like he wanted to say something, but then he bit his tongue and sighed after a few seconds. "I guess I might just be getting old, so I don't quite see eye-to-eye with you. But I have to admit that it feels quite satisfying.

"You have no idea. Back then, when Clive was getting treatment for his son, he had just rented that shop and borrowed money for renovations. He couldn't afford to pay for his son's medical bills, so he got kicked out after a week. In the end, he came to me for treatment.

"Back then, I told him to get his son treated first and pay me when he could afford it. He was incredibly grateful back then. I never thought that once he got rich and I fell on hard times, he'd look down on me."

Matthew didn't think too much about Tony's complaint, but he had a deep respect for Tony's commitment to treating patients first and settling the payment later.

That was what a true doctor used to be someone with compassion and skill. Standing next to Tony, Matthew was just a regular person with some medical skills.

drop the subject. It only gets me

pasta place. The

customers were mostly men, with construction helmets on the table.

of garlic bread, taking a bite of it as they slurped their pasta. Just watching them

his face more. With his pockets empty, he could barely afford a meal for himself, let alone treat

was puzzled. "Why

stammered, "It's just pasta. Doesn't that feel too simple? How about I treat you to something

with me. If you're looking for a fancy place, there's a lobster shack across the street. Do you see their big screen? They're advertising

looked across the street. Seeing the blue lobster going for hundreds of dollars, he shook his head non-stop. "I can't eat lobster. It's too heavy for me. I'm getting older, and my stomach is sensitive, so I can't handle it. Let's just stick

that, Tony headed straight to Pasta

it was crowded and a bit chaotic. Some slurped their pasta, some

the TV hanging on the wall. The place

felt a wave of nostalgia. Back in college, when the cafeteria food was pricey, he'd go for pasta in the nearby