The Great Medical Saint (Matthew)

Chapter 898

Jerome's frustration boiled over. He nearly tore the page to shreds in anger. He had hope for a miraculous solution, a life-changing prescription. Instead, what he received was Tony's contact information.

Worse, Tony didn't even have a medical license. For treatment to process, the license had to be secured. Yet without proof of mentorship, which Tony couldn't provide since his mentor had passed away, getting the license seemed impossible.

No license, no treatment. Jerome felt trapped. Was he truly left with no options?

On the ninth floor of Opulent Club, Tony sat across from Ansel. Ansel carefully picked up a silver spoon, measured a small amount of freshly ground coffee, and placed it into a sleek, handcrafted coffee maker.

He poured in hot water, swirling it gently to extract the rich flavors before letting it rest. The steam curled upward, carrying the bold, inviting aroma of freshly brewed coffee.

Smiling, Ansel poured a cup and set it before Tony. "Have some coffee."

Tony, lost in thought, stared blankly at the table. "Do you think Matthew can actually get the medical license done?"

Ansel sighed inwardly, already weary of this question. "Trust me. If anyone can, it's Matthew. This is child's play for him."

Tony frowned. "But he didn't ask for my ID or a photo. How is he going to manage it?"

Ansel waved dismissively. "Relax. He's capable of pulling this off even without those details. I guarantee it."

"It's not that I don't trust him, but I just can't wrap my head around it. No ID, no photo-how are you supposed

days, Tony had been obsessing over the medical license, voicing his doubts non-stop. Thumping his chest, Ansel declared confidently, "I swear on my reputation-when Matthew gets back, he'll have your license

speaking, footsteps echoed from the

a triumphant grin, gesturing toward the entrance.

his feet, his face lighting up with excitement. "Matthew, you're back! Did

in, his expression

Tony's face fell, disappointment evident as he turned to Ansel. "Didn't you say

with embarrassment. This wasn't like Matthew at all. In the past, he always delivered. For him to come back

Matthew and asked, "If you didn't get the license, why are you here?" Matthew smiled and said, "I'm waiting for

the realization hitting him like a bolt of clarity. It

Tony and said, "Did you hear that? He's waiting for Jerome to personally deliver the medical license. Trust him;

expression twisted with doubt as he

sat down, taking his time as he picked up a coffee mug. He poured a full cup from the coffee press and drank it in

He's the one responsible for issuing medical licenses in this region," he

by the revelation. "Are you saying that the director himself is going to bring the

right. I gave him the task, and I'm confident

fell silent, the room