The Great Medical Saint (Matthew) novel Chapter 839

A car parked right outside the airport of Lambda City.

Darius looked flustered. "Sorry, Mr. Fields. I didn't expect things to turn out like this either. I was running away with Karina, but I didn't imagine Matthew to rush up like that. Karina died trying to stop him. I didn't protect her. It's all my fault."

A cold gleam flashed by, and the blade stabbed into Darius' arm.

Darius yelled in agony, gritting his teeth through the pain as he said, "Just kill me. I've got no complaints."

Darius didn't even dare to hold a grudge against Allen Fields, Karina's older brother. He was ruthless and wouldn't hesitate to kill. The only chance for Darius to stay alive was to act humbly.

Allen suddenly yanked out his blade. "I'm giving you a chance—kill Matthew and avenge Karina's death, or else you can forget about setting foot in Eastoria again."

Darius pressed his hand on the wound, his face contorting in pain. But what scared him even more was the idea of not being able to return to Eastoria.

Besides having tremendous value in the medical field, Vital Restorative Remedies was also an antique from the year 1300. Darius had already committed the crime of snatching it.

If Tony called the police about antique theft, that alone would make Darius a wanted criminal. If he couldn't return to Eastoria, he'd be done for.

Thinking about that, Darius swore right away, "If I don't kill Matthew, I'll take my own life to make up for it."

Allen's face hardened. "Fine. I'll be the one to see it through."

Hearing that, Darius found his back drenched in cold sweat. Allen was so ruthless. If he didn't kill himself, Allen would do it for him.

Darius bit the bullet. "I promise."

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At Suncroft Village, Tony came to the yard and carefully made his way to his house with the help of the flashlight from his phone.

Matthew patiently watched, waiting for Tony to finish organizing them so that he could bring them to the car.

Tony suddenly grunted in confusion before exclaiming, "It's the medical literature! Why is it here?"

In his hands was an old book with cursive writing. The delicate text was worlds apart from the modern printed text. He flipped through a few pages before passing it to Matthew.

Matthew took the book and glanced at the cover. Even though the title had faded, he could still make out "Vital Restorative Remedies".

Matthew held the medical book, his heart racing with excitement. This was the sacred tome, the combined wisdom of numerous historical doctors.

Across the vast history of traditional medicine, there was no other book exceeding the value of this medical literature. They said that this book could heal all diseases.

With the book in his hands, Matthew was shaking with excitement like a true traditional medicine enthusiast. He gently opened the cover, and a page fluttered out.