The Great Medical Saint

Tony suggested, "How about I treat you to a feast at Stardust Hotel? I'm a VIP member there. Just one call, and they'll have the table ready for us."

Seeing how eager Tony was to treat him to dinner, Matthew readily agreed, "Alright. Go ahead and make the call."

Tony reached for his pocket, then his expression turned awkward. "I don't think I have my phone."

Matthew chuckled. "No worries."

Tony motioned to the yard. "Why don't we head inside and have a glass of water?"

Matthew was speechless. What about the baked cod, the salmon filet, or the feast at Stardust Hotel? Talk about a downgrade-he was now only left with water.

Good thing he wasn't here for the food, so he replied with a smile, "Sure. Water will do."

Matthew's goal was to acquire Vital Restorative Remedies and Octolith. Finding a quiet place to sit and talk was all he needed.

Tony smiled again as he led the way. "Follow me in, but watch your step. The path is pretty narrow."

Even he felt a little embarrassed since the yard was in a total mess. The path he stepped on was all cardboard boxes and whatever else was lying around. It was uneven and tricky to walk on.

Tony never expected that going a bit crazy would leave this place looking like this.

Matthew trailed behind Tony to the main door, watching as Tony stood there and raised a hand to place it on the door handle. With just a slight push, he could have opened it.

But Tony just wouldn't open the door. Even with his hand on the door, he just stood still right there.

Matthew was baffled. "Why aren't you opening the door?"

Tony was reluctant. "It's not that I don't want to open the door. I'm just worried that there's nowhere safe to even stand inside."

He couldn't remember a single thing from the time he had lost it, but the state of the yard was clear to him. This place was worse than a landfill, not a place anyone would live in.

Matthew kept quiet. He was just as worried that opening the door would uncover a room full of garbage.

Tony hesitated for a while before muttering to himself, "A little shame won't hurt. It's just this once."

With that, he creaked the door open.

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A shrill, screeching sound came

from the hinges as they turned like

nails on a chalkboard. The noise made everyone's skin crawl.

As the door opened, everything inside was in plain view. The place was scattered with paper-newspapers, notebooks, and loads of cardboard boxes.

Besides that, discarded pens were everywhere-chalk pieces, pencil ends, and plenty of ballpoint pens.

Tony was stunned at the sight, not expecting things to look this way.

Matthew was a little startled as well. After stepping inside, he picked up a random piece of cardboard and saw it was covered in writing.

"What tests are required for a brain hemorrhage? Which one comes first?

"At what point is a delayed period no longer diagnosed as just being late?"

The texts all turned out to be examination questions.

Picking up another newspaper, Matthew noticed handwritten notes in blue ink over the black printed words. They were all questions for the traditional medicine

exam.

Amazed, Matthew turned to Tony and remarked, "Y-You're really committed to getting your license to practice medicine."

Tony leaned down to pick up a workbook and noticed it was labeled "Grade 3, Class 2" with Dave Ritter's name on it.

With his dirty hands, he gently

flipped through a couple of pages that

and saw that the back of thenoveldrama

Pet

workbook was filled with notes on traditional medicine exams. Then, he

began stacking up the old

workbooks one at a time.

After counting, Tony realized he had gone through more than 300 elementary workbooks, along with newspapers, cardboard, and various old books.

As Tony counted them one by one, his hands started to tremble as tears rolled down his cheeks, dripping onto an old newspaper filled with traditional medicine.

His voice choked up. "I-I'm a doctor. I've spent my life treating people and saving lives: I have no family, no kids, and nothing to look forward to. I just want to be a doctor forever. Why can't I keep practicing medicine just because I'm old? Why not? I'm willing to treat people for free if needed. Why won't they let me practice medicine?"