The Great Medical Saint (Matthew)

Chapter 813

Sitting on the left, Nolan Teague looked scruffy. He had a flushed face, puffy

cheeks, and bloodshot eyes. He frowned every now and then, looking like he was under the weather. It was clear as day that he had high blood pressure and was struggling with sleep.

Tony's chance to make enough for two plates of pasta had finally come.

He cleared his throat and turned to Nolan. "Which construction site are you working at?"

With his mouth full of pasta, Nolan mumbled, "I work at Silver Oak Developments. Are you looking for a job? You've got to be at least 60, right? I doubt they'd want to hire you. But if you're really struggling to find a job, I've got an idea. Get yourself a fake ID that says you're 59. They might let you do some easy work."

Tony was caught off guard when Nolan got the wrong idea. He wanted to get straight to talking about the treatment, but it felt too sudden to change the subject, so he held back.

When it came to seeing a doctor, it was always the patient who reached out. Only when someone was out cold would a doctor go to them. It was way too abrupt for Tony to bring it up.

I got a fake ID, they'd see through

doesn't matter if they notice. These days, young people would rather make less money than do hard labor on a construction site. They'll just turn a blind eye

my ID says 55. They know,

mention the treatment before they left. He smiled and added, "There's something I've been meaning to tell you. You've got

a grin, "I know. I have

was, giving him a chance

"You can't keep doing heavy labor on the construction site. Your blood pressure is really high-probably at least 150. You need to stop overworking and get

shot back, "If I get treatment, are you paying my

expected the question and shook his head. "Why would I give you

hands up. "Exactly. If you're not paying me, I have to keep working. Who

treated, or things could end up badly. You're at risk of getting a stroke, and that's