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?"

of them lowered her voice and asked,

Matthew frowned. "I'm

She beamed and asked, "What do

his medical skills are great,

was seeking medical help, the nurse returned to her usual

smiled and asked, "Why? Can you

the situation with Pierre, so he decided to ask

looked sympathetic. "It's a pity. He's actually a good doctor, but he's just too stubborn. I think something's wrong with him, so the hospital revoked his right

spoke, she pointed to her head, as if hinting

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

of the

toward the upper floors. "He's probably on the third

before taking

left, one nurse asked

replied, "I've texted them. I think someone

and a blood pressure cuff. The table also had an old cardboard box with an A4

with a scruffy beard, looking like he hadn't shaved in days. Wearing a white coat,

walked by, he looked at them eagerly. The table was in the corridor, blocking the path of the passersby. When they saw