The Great Medical Saint (Matthew)

Chapter 916

Matthew stared at the thick stack of diaries on the table, his eyes wide with shock.

It was more than 12 inches tall. It was as high as stacking all the students' homework in a class back in school.

That was the first time after school he'd come across so many books. He couldn't believe it and asked, "Is this all about you getting beaten up?"

Matthew wanted to believe Pierre. But judging by the sheer amount of diaries, Pierre wouldn't have made it that far. He should've been long dead from the beatings.

Pierre's expression twisted in pain as he put his hand on the stack of diaries. "It's not just about the beatings I took. The diaries also have the names of everyone I've got a grudge against. I've been writing them in the diaries since the third grade.

"They thought they could get away with bullying me. I've always said I'd get back at them one day. Now, that day has finally come."

Matthew's face darkened, realizing he was the biggest sucker here. The grudges started back in third grade and kept building, all waiting for him to be the fool to take care of them.

Looking at the tall stack of books, he furrowed his brows. If he had to settle the score for each grudge in Pierre's shoes, it'd take forever.

He thought for a moment and remarked, "The grudges from elementary school were long ago. It's not easy to track down those people who picked on you. How about this? I'll only deal with the things that happened after you started working."

Pierre reluctantly responded, "Fine."

he grabbed a diary from the bottom of the stack and set it aside. He continued, "Here're all the things that happened after I began

earlier. "Can

book and handed it to Matthew. Matthew grabbed the diary and was

in the air, Matthew asked, "So you don't want me

diary on top and grabbed another from the bottom. "I want to start from the first

spoke, he handed the diary

himself. He took the diary and turned to the first page. It was dated 15th September 2013, a

Matthew continued reading.

and I was super excited. I woke up at 6:30 a.m., got ready, and changed

minutes early. The office in the outpatient building wasn't open

assigned me a mentor, Trafford Shafer. At that moment, I was overjoyed

me that a true doctor cares for patients above all else. I knew right then that I had

I helped Trafford with all the miscellaneous tasks. When a patient came in for a consultation, I'd help with writing

the restroom, and a patient came

wasn't around, so I had to take over the consultation first. I asked her what was bothering her, but she

not be hospitalized due to the financial struggle in her family. Her son had passed away in a car accident, and her daughter-in-law

to raise the children. If she was admitted, no one would take care