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 kicked him in

kick interrupted him, and he screamed in pain. He touched his lips and felt something wet and slimy. He raised

nuts and scrambled to his feet. "You're hitting me again, motherfuckers? Come on! Hit me harder. If you

and Graeme exchanged glances before charging at Pierre all at once. They pinned him to the

kicks rained down on him so

mother, fuck your sisters, fuck your dad,

pain, echoing in the cramped elevator. The thuds of punches

up, heading straight to the top

hauled Pierre out by his legs, as if they were dragging a dead

snapped, "Shout all you want and curse all you like! There are no patients here. No one

He cursed through the pain, "Damn you! I dare you to kill me! If you all can't take my life, you all are just

round of beating Pierre. Eventually, they

He couldn't even hold his head anymore, but he still

wait. I'm counting every punch and every kick you throw. I'm

me 15 times and punched me 24 times, Dean. Then, Drew punched me 15

Dustin. You kept kicking me, and that's 40 kicks. You kicked me four times