The Great Medical Saint (Matthew)

Chapter 899

Tony shook his head repeatedly and muttered under his breath, the words too faint to make out.

Ansel glared at Matthew. "If you can't make it happen, then don't go around saying things that sound like outright lies. I've lived my whole life and never seen a medical license get delivered to someone's doorstep."

Matthew sighed. "I'd love for it to be done right away, but they said since his mentor is dead, there's no way to prove the mentorship lineage. Without that, they claim it's impossible to issue a medical license. I decided not to argue over the process and just wait for the results. Don't worry, it'll be taken care of and delivered."

Ansel frowned. "You couldn't manage it yourself, but you think waiting around will get it done? Are you sure you're not being strung along?"

Matthew replied with a smile, "I believe it'll be handled. Give it three days at most, and we'll have it in hand."

Just then, Tony's phone started ringing, the sound piercing through the hall on the ninth floor.

Still staring blankly at the table, Tony didn't react to the noise.

Matthew nudged him. "Your phone. Pick it up."

Tony moved slowly and finally pressed the answer button, but his tone was lifeless. "Hello, this is Tony Carling. What? You're delivering the medical license?"

He shot to his feet, his expression a mix of shock and disbelief. He looked like a man on the brink of collapse in the desert and suddenly stumbling upon an unexpected oasis.

I'm bringing it to you. Where are you? I'll deliver it

Club, ninth floor," Tony blurted, his voice trembling

up, he seemed dazed. "He said he's delivering

it had only been half an hour. Didn't Jerome say it couldn't be

later, someone escorted Jerome up to the

heard

had only ever set foot on the first floor. The higher levels were rumored to offer exclusive privileges, especially from the third floor up, where even access to high-level business intelligence was

that Tony-a man known for scoring just one point on

Jerome couldn't help but reevaluate his assumptions about Tony.

and the layout left him perplexed.

it resembled an old-school medical clinic from

well as various

historical film, with d

decorations.

he observed, the more bewildered

a wooden table sat three people. Jerome immediately recognized

had seen him in previous medical exam records. The photo in those records now matched the

appeared vigorous, his sharp eyes radiating authority. This man exuded an air of unwavering