The Great Medical Saint (Matthew)

Chapter 900

Matthew was about to speak, and anger was evident in his expression, but Tony cut in first, "Are you saying the reason I couldn't get the medical license is just because I'm an ordinary person?"

His voice trembled as he spoke, and he gripped the edge of the table so tightly that it shook. His frail hands quivered uncontrollably, and the cups on the table rattled, spilling their contents.

Jerome didn't seem to notice Tony's growing rage. Instead, he smirked, his tone carrying a tone of pride. "That's correct. You could put it that way. Regular folks have to follow the rules. It may sound harsh, but that's just how things are."

Tony's face turned pale, his mind replaying the torment he endured trying to pass the medical license exam-to the point of losing his sanity. And all of it was because he was just an ordinary person.

A fire burned in his gaze, growing hotter and wilder.

Jerome, unfazed and overly confident, continued, "As a director, I have this little authority. If I had to be in your shoes, honestly, I wouldn't even bother—"

A sharp smack landed across his face, cutting him off mid-sentence.

The slap wasn't hard, but it was loud enough to make everyone freeze. The room fell into stunned silence.

wasn't the force of the slap left Jerome speechless-it was the sheer

it.

gingerly touched his cheek, his expression a mix of shock and disbelief. "Y-You dare to

medical license, dared to lay a hand on

beyond reason now. A lifetime of dedication to medicine, with no wife or children, had left his profession as his sole

had spent decades healing others, only to be told in his twilight years that he no longer had the right to practice, all because he wasn't born into privilege

head buzzed, his thoughts consumed by searing anger. The fury churned in his chest, demanding an

expression, Tony couldn't hold back. Almost instinctively, his

hell with your damn medical license!" he roared as he slapped Jerome

force of the blow sent Tony staggering back a few steps. He barely

from the corner of his mouth, glared at Tony, his anger flaring. "You... You dare hit me again? Do you even care about getting

begging. Do whatever you want—I'm too old to care," Tony

The power he held over Tony was rendered meaningless in

prey, only to find it retreating into

a leader, Jerome