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."

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

Thumping his chest, Ansel declared confidently, "I

echoed from the corridor. Both

toward the entrance. "See? I told you he'd come

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

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

fell, disappointment evident as he turned to Ansel. "Didn't you say it'd be a

flushed with embarrassment. This wasn't like Matthew at all. In the past, he always delivered.

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

realization hitting him like a bolt of clarity.

that? He's waiting for Jerome to personally deliver

doubt as he looked

as he picked up a coffee mug. He poured a full cup from the coffee press and drank it in

health department. He's the one responsible for issuing medical licenses in this

that the director himself

I gave him the task, and

silent,