The Great Medical Saint (Matthew)

Chapter 911

Clemency Hospital was near the eastern suburbs, so people sometimes called it the Eastern Hospital.

Matthew waited at the entrance for a few minutes. Upon noticing an empty parking spot, he started driving into the hospital.

As he entered the hospital, the first thing he noticed was that cars were everywhere. It took him about ten minutes to get a space.

After he parked, he made his way into the hospital's outpatient building. The moment he entered, he realized just how upscale the place was.

Right by the entrance, there was a round reception desk with two pretty nurses standing behind it, dressed in pink uniforms. They really caught the visitors' eyes.

Whether they were patients or family, all the men who walked by couldn't help but check them out.

Smiling, Matthew approached the reception desk and asked, "Hello. Do you happen to know Cleeve? He works as a doctor here."

The two nurses shook their heads in unison. "I've never heard of this person."

Matthew thought for a moment before inquiring again, "Do you know Pierre?" The nurses just shook their heads.

Matthew was dumbfounded. He'd mentioned both names, so how could they not know? Did Alyssa lie to him? That didn't make sense either.

Matthew decided to try a different name. "Have you heard of Monkey? Does it ring a bell?"

changed right away. One of them lowered her voice and

Matthew frowned. "I'm

Matthew up and down. She beamed and asked, "What do

with a story. "I heard his medical skills are

help, the nurse returned to

smiled and asked, "Why? Can

a feeling that there was more to the situation with Pierre, so he

good doctor, but he's just too stubborn. I think something's

pointed to her head, as if hinting that

to treat patients? Without the right to treat patients, he was no longer

gravity of the matter. "Where can I

floors. "He's probably on the third floor for internal medicine. Just head up and

taking the escalator to look for

had left, one nurse asked the other. "Have you notified

them. I

was a table with a few folders, a stethoscope, tongue depressors, and a blood pressure cuff. The table also had an old cardboard box with an A4 sheet on it that said, "Chief of Internal Medicine's

looking like he hadn't shaved in days. Wearing a white coat, he sat

The table was in the corridor, blocking the path of the passersby. When they saw him, they