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."

flashed coldly as his hand

a surprised voice rang out from the outside. "M-Mr. Grant?" Matthew frowned and turned toward

dollars to treat his condition. Though his erectile dysfunction had improved after receiving a bionic implant, Jerome had complained of still being unable to find

Matthew's hand. "Mr. Grant, are you here to treat me? Thank you, thank

a friend obtain a medical license. Your security guard is demanding 200 grand and wants me to apologize and keep my

treatment opportunity, only to be rejected. He had been searching

lost your damn

out in a cold sweat, his expression panicked. "I-I didn't know he knew you. If I had known,

recognizing the storm brewing beneath his calm demeanor. He knew what

for 200

immediately."

the ground as the

throw him and Sarah under the bus