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 things that happened after I began working. Only one of the diaries

breath earlier. "Can I take a look

the diary and

asked, "So you don't want me to take revenge for

top and grabbed another from the bottom. "I want

spoke, he handed the diary to

diary and turned to the first page. It was

Matthew continued reading.

my first day at work, and I was super excited. I woke

got to the hospital, I found out I was way too early-like one hour and six minutes early. The office in the outpatient building wasn't open yet, so I

7:55 a.m., the office door opened, and they assigned me a mentor, Trafford Shafer. At

a true doctor cares for patients above all else. I knew right then that I had met a great mentor and a

for a consultation, I'd help with

a patient came in. She was

to take over the consultation first. I asked her what was

her family. Her son had passed away in a car accident, and her

If she was admitted, no one would take care