The Great Medical Saint (Matthew)

Chapter 912

Dean, Drew, Dustin, and Graeme hauled Pierre away. As Pierre struggled to break free, he was blabbering all the foul language imaginable.

He fought back like a 50-year-old woman, laying into the security guards' mothers with all kinds of insults.

As the patients and their families walked by, they shook their heads at this sight. "This person's gone too far. The things he said are horrible."

"Is he really a doctor? He has no manners at all."

"A hospital is meant to help people, not for spitting out all these awful insults. It just drags the whole place down."

"He must've lost his mind. I've never heard anyone swear like that."

The four security guards looked exasperated as if they had been hit with a ton of bricks. They hurried into the elevator.

As the elevator doors closed, they let go of their hands and dropped Pierre on the floor, making the elevator shake.

Pierre clenched his teeth in pain.

when one of the guards

and he screamed in pain. He touched his lips and felt something wet and slimy. He raised his hand to check it out and

went nuts and scrambled to his feet. "You're hitting me again, motherfuckers? Come on! Hit me harder. If you don't do

charging at Pierre all at once. They pinned him to the floor and started beating him with

kicks rained down on him

dad, and I even fuck your grandparents!

his voice trembling with pain, echoing in the cramped elevator.

going up, heading straight to the top

if they were dragging a dead body

you like! There are no patients here.

you! I dare you to

started another round of beating Pierre.

even hold his head anymore, but

I'm counting every punch and every kick you throw. I'm noting it all

me 15 times and punched me 24 times, Dean.

the worst, Dustin. You kept kicking me, and that's 40 kicks.