The Great Medical Saint (Matthew) novel Chapter 398

After Ted finished speaking, he charged at Matthew. As he closed in, he raised the dagger and aimed for Matthew's face.

Suddenly, there was a muffled thud as Matthew kicked Ted in the stomach. Ted flew backward at an even faster speed than he had charged, landing heavily more than six feet away.

The room fell into sudden silence. Ted clutched his stomach, gritting his teeth, his face twisted in agony.

Though he didn't make a sound, the pain seemed almost unbearable, as if it were piercing through to his very core.

Renae was frozen with fear, and her face paled. She didn't know what to do next.

Trevor looked at Matthew with a hint of admiration. Even though he couldn't intervene, he believed that Ted deserved to be punished. What Matthew had done was extremely satisfying.

After a while, Ted let out a painful groan. "Ah, it hurts so much!"

He gritted his teeth and pointed angrily at Matthew. He snapped, "You're in deep trouble. Just wait. I can make one phone call, and you're doomed. I'm calling right now."

With that, he pulled out his phone and began dialing.

Matthew slowly moved forward, his voice cold as he said, "So, you were trying to stab me earlier, right? Well, it's only fair to return the favor. Now it's my turn to stab you!"

Ted was halfway through his call when he got scared, turned around, and ran. As he fled, he shouted, "You… you just wait! This isn't over!" Quickly, he disappeared through the door.

Matthew tossed the dagger aside and saw that Renae was visibly pale, her eyes filled with fear.

He smiled and said, "I was just scaring that guy. Don't worry, I didn't actually mean to stab him."

Renae took a few steps back, her face reflecting fear. She said, "I... I've already told you that we don't have the Scholarly Tradition. I've never even heard of it. We don't have any medical literature at all. Please don't make things difficult for me."

Seeing her reaction, Matthew stepped back a little and said, "First, don't be afraid. I'm not here to make things difficult for you. I'm here on my mentor's orders.

"You should be aware of the agreement your family, the Paynes, made. If the Afflictan Sect cannot be carried forward and improved, then the Golden Wisdom Pen and the Scholarly Tradition must be returned.

"However, we won't take the medical skills. You can continue as a branch of the Afflictan Sect."

Renae's expression shifted from fear to surprise. "You... you were sent by Juprus?" she asked.

"Juprus?" Matthew thought. It was his first time hearing this term. However, he could roughly guess what it meant when he related it to the Juprus Ring.