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."

my head around

Thumping his chest, Ansel declared confidently, "I swear on my reputation-when Matthew

echoed from the corridor. Both

said with a triumphant grin, gesturing toward the entrance.

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

in, his expression apologetic. "It's not done

to

wasn't like Matthew at all. In the past, he always delivered. For him to come back empty-handed now? It was a rare

license, why are you here?" Matthew smiled and said, "I'm waiting for Jerome Murray

like a bolt of clarity. It was exactly as he had suspected

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

expression twisted with doubt as he looked

taking his time as he picked up a coffee mug. He poured a full cup

a director at the health department. He's the one responsible for

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

I gave him the

silent, the room