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."

stack and set it aside. He continued, "Here're all the

wasted his breath earlier. "Can I

grabbed the diary and was about to open it when Pierre

"So you don't want me to take

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

Pierre spoke, he handed

the diary and turned to the first page. It

Matthew continued reading.

day at work, and I was super excited. I woke up at

to the hospital, I found out I was way too early-like one hour and six minutes early. The

the office door opened, and they assigned me a mentor, Trafford Shafer. At that moment,

else. I knew right

miscellaneous tasks. When a patient came in for a consultation, I'd help with writing prescriptions and taking their temperature. I was

to finish the day, Trafford went to the restroom, and a patient came in. She was an elderly lady in

take over the consultation first. I asked her

family. Her son

she was admitted,