The Great Medical Saint (Matthew) novel Chapter 655

Matthew continued, "Kingston even told you the pollution from Lifehaven Pharmaceuticals is bad, but you repay his kindness with hate? Your illness is your own doing. You brought this on yourselves."

The young man was embarrassed and flushed from the harsh words. He was already in despair over his illness, and now he was getting told it was his fault. He tried to justify himself, but he couldn't find the right words for it.

Dashiell was filled with despair. His son had a terminal illness, and now he found out that he had cancer too. He kept thinking about his son. If he died, there'd be no one to take of his son.

As that thought struck Dashiell, he felt a strong will to live. He stepped forward and asked Matthew, "Since you can tell what's wrong with me, there must be a way to treat it. I surely have a chance to get better. Please help me."

Matthew looked indifferent. "When Kingston told you Lifehaven Pharmaceuticals is the problem, you all called him the plague bearer and tried to drive him away. With how you bite the hand that feeds you, do you think I'd want to help you?"

Dashiell was at a loss for words, feeling ashamed. But he pushed that sentiment aside because he just wanted to live.

"We messed up. Considering that I'm about to kick the bucket, please don't hold it against me and help me out."

Matthew coldly replied, "If you're dying, that's on you. I have nothing to do with it. Trying to guilt-trip me won't work."

Dashiell dropped to his knees with a thud. "I admit that I was wrong. I'm begging you. Please save my life. I don't want to die."

Matthew shouted, "In Woolfields, the only person I know is Kingston, and I'm not close to any of you at all.

"Why should I treat ungrateful people like you? You're begging the wrong person. If you want to do that, you should be apologizing to Kingston."

Kingston felt wronged for so long. He used to hope that someday the townsfolks would understand him and appreciate his good intentions. But as time went by, he ended up feeling even more disheartened.

At this point, he had already given up on the people in Woolfields. Now that he was indifferent about it, he didn't think this moment would come.

Seeing Kingston remain quiet, Dashiel started to feel anxious. "Some of the folks on their knees are your uncles and brothers. They're all older than you in your family, Kingston. With so many people pleading for your help, shouldn't you ask your friend to step in?"

Taking a deep breath, Kingston lowered his gaze and looked at Dashiel. As he looked down, tears rolled down his cheeks, glimmering before they landed on the ground. Then, they were absorbed by the dry ground surface.

Kingston was still feeling emotional. "If I told you he's not my friend, would you believe me?"