The Great Medical Saint (Matthew) novel Chapter 206

The call was from an unknown number. After a moment of hesitation, Matthew tapped on the screen to accept the call.

"Hello, who's this?"

Benjamin Stewart, the warden of Westbrook Prison, respectfully replied, "Hi, Mr. Grant. It's me, Benji. You know, the one who always brings you snacks and drinks."

Benji? Matthew didn't know of anyone calling themself Benji, but he did remember the man who used to get him snacks and drinks in the prison. That man was the warden of Westbrook Prison, but he didn't know if he was really Benji.

"Benji? No idea who that is." After saying that, Matthew was about to end the call.

However, Benjamin quickly shouted, "Hold on, Mr. Grant. I'm Benjamin Stewart, the warden of Westbrook Prison."

Matthew didn't expect it to really be the person he was thinking of. "Oh, you're Benji. That nickname is too young for your age. By the way, what's up?"

Benjamin said with a fawning smile, "Mr. Stanford is asking for your help to treat his illness, Mr. Grant. He didn't know how to reach you, so he came to me."

Matthew scratched his head. Benjamin used to help him find patients when he was in prison, which allowed him to practice medicine and earn money. Since Benjamin asked for his help, Matthew couldn't turn him down.

"Who is that?"

Benjamin grinned and said, "He owns a hospital, and his name is Austin Stanford. He is willing to pay 100 million dollars."

Matthew felt utterly speechless. Austin owned a hospital but couldn't treat his own illness? What kind of person was that?

"You can say yes to him and give him my contact details. I'm tied up right now, so tell him to reach out in three days."

Benjamin excitedly said, "Sure thing! I'll make sure he knows. He'll get in touch with you in three days."

After hanging up, Matthew happened to see a cab approaching, and he flagged it down. The taxi pulled over, and Matthew got in.

The driver looked at Matthew in the rearview mirror and nonchalantly asked, "Where to? I'm off in 15 minutes. If it's not on the way, I'm not going."

Matthew nodded. "Let's go then. Take me straight to the warehouse entrance."

The driver said nothing and took off straight to the eastern suburbs.

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Rachel's phone started ringing in the office. She quickly picked up the call. "Did you figure out a way, Grandpa?"

In the video call, Fred looked much better. "I reached out to Austin Stanford. He's a hospital director and the vice president of the Integrative Medicine Association. His son works in the health department, and his son-in-law oversees drug review and approval.

"Any pharmaceutical company or family has to show him some deference. However, his fees are a little high as he charges 30 million dollars."

Rachel went quiet for a moment when the 30 million dollars were mentioned, but she quickly made a decision.

"Give him 30 million dollars, Grandpa. As long as he intervenes and stops the Smith family from causing more problems, it's a great deal."