The Great Medical Saint (Matthew)

Chapter 895

Was the hundred thousand dollars meant for Javier?

Matthew's face shifted into an expression of disbelief, as if he had just seen something completely outrageous.

Javier smirked coldly and directed his gaze to Aiden. "So, he's the one looking to get a medical license?"

Aiden chuckled. "Javier, he's willing to pay a hundred grand for it."

Javier sneered, his tone sharp and unyielding. "For others, it's a hundred grand. For him? It's 200 grand! Not a penny less, or it's no deal."

Matthew's gaze turned icy, his voice as cold as the abyss. "Are you certain you want 200 grand for it?"

Javier's sneer deepened. "Kid, 200 grand is just the price for the medical license. On top of that, you'll also need to apologize and admit you were wrong. And from now on, whenever you see me, you'd better show some respect and keep your head down."

as his

from the outside. "M-Mr. Grant?" Matthew frowned and turned

had previously offered him ten million dollars to treat his condition. Though his erectile dysfunction had improved after receiving a bionic implant, Jerome had complained of still

are you here to treat me?

voice remained cold. "You've misunderstood. I'm here to help a friend obtain a medical license. Your security guard is

in shock. He had offered ten million dollars for a treatment opportunity, only to be rejected. He had been searching for a way to ingratiate himself with Matthew,

you lost your

"I-I didn't know he knew you. If

furrowed brows, recognizing the storm brewing beneath his calm demeanor. He knew

wrong person. Asking for 200 grand? You're done for. And so is

immediately."

the ground as the realization

ready to throw him and Sarah under the bus to appease