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."

Matthew's eyes flashed coldly as his hand balled

rang out from the outside. "M-Mr. Grant?" Matthew frowned

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 being unable to

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

security guard is

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, yet this mere security guard dared

beet red with fury. "Have you lost your

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

the storm brewing beneath his calm demeanor. He knew

barked, "You blind fool! You've crossed the wrong person. Asking for 200 grand? You're done for. And so is your sister, Sarah Cole. I'lhave both

immediately."

hit the ground as the realization struck-the had kicked the

Sarah under the bus to appease this