The Great Medical Saint

Matthew coldly snorted. "You idiot! Do you really think I need your money? I'm just taking back what's rightfully mine. But since you're being sincere, I'll see what's wrong with Austin." Lance got to his feet and eagerly led the way. "Please come in, Miracle Doctor. We can't thank you enough. My family and I are grateful about it."

Matthew nonchalantly said, "Come on. Let's head in. I don't have much time."

Lance sped up his pace. Austin was visibly upset. When he looked up, he saw Lance arriving with someone else, and his expression darkened.

With a commanding presence, he snapped, "Didn't I tell you to send the visitor away? Why did you bring him in?"

Not long ago, Lance had dropped to his knees and begged Matthew to stay. Seeing his father's reaction, he immediately explained, "He's Dr. Grant." Dr. Grant? This young man was actually the miracle doctor?

Austin was taken aback. At the Opulent Club, he had an impression that Matthew was Rachel's kept man. Who would have thought Matthew was Dr. Grant?

Feeling overjoyed, Austin approached Matthew and took Matthew's hand. "We've been eagerly awaiting your arrival, Dr. Grant. Please have a seat. I'll get you a cup of coffee."

His attitude flipped in a second. Just moments ago, he had a cold demeanor. But now, he was fawning over Matthew like a dog wagging its tail when its owner came back home. With a cold expression, Matthew scoffed at how Austin shifted from arrogance to flattery.

Lance seemed to have realized something and walked up to Austin. "Dr. Grant demanded us to return the 50 million dollars to Wealthwave Group."

Austin was stunned for a moment, then quickly nodded. "Yes. Give him back the money. Make sure to pay his consultation fee too."

At this point, Austin couldn't care less about money and just wanted to live.

With a warm smile, Lance went inside and fetched two cards out. Then, he walked up to Matthew and handed them over.

"The yellow card has 50 million dollars, and the other has 300 million dollars. Please take good care of Dad."

Matthew took the cards and slipped them into his pocket. "I'll jot down some prescriptions for you. One is for an ointment, and the other is to be taken orally.

"Apply the ointment before you sleep every night, and take the oral prescription in the morning. You'll be healed in a month."

When Matthew was giving the instructions, he wrote down the prescriptions on his phone. Then, he showed it to Austin.

Austin took out his phone and snapped photos of it. "Is it really that easy, Miracle Doctor?"

Matthew coldly remarked, "If it's easy, why do you need me?"

Austin immediately corrected

himself. I didn't mean it like that I'm saying a serious illness like this is nothing for you. You're even able to treat it with two prescriptions.

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"Your medical expertise is really impressive, Dr. Grant. But I still don't know what's wrong with me. Can you fill me in?"novelbin

Matthew stood up. "It's

Marrowfragia. When the illness kicks

in, you'll experience excruciating pain in your bones, like someone is drilling them. The pain is too much for anyone to bear."

Austin leaned forward and replied, "Yes! Those are my symptoms. So... it's Marrowfragia. I've consulted many specialists in different

countries, and nobody can figure out

what's my illness. You're truly a

miracle doctor, Dr. Grant."

Matthew was no stranger to this kind of flattery. He calmly responded, "Take your prescriptions on time, and you'll be fine. I need to get going."

After saying that, Matthew ignored Austin's plea to stay and simply walked off.

After walking Matthew out of the yard, Austin immediately shouted at Lance, "Hurry up. Get the medicine ready with the prescription. Make sure to use the top-quality herbs." Lance took the phone, feeling a little ripped off. "It's 300 million dollars, but we're just getting two prescriptions."