The Great Medical Saint

Tony took a couple of steps with Matthew's help, but then he abruptly stopped. Under the candlelight, his face turned pale with fear. "Did you forget something more important?"

Matthew was baffled. "What could it be?"

His mission was to retrieve Vital Restorative Remedies. He remembered it perfectly, so he had no idea why Tony was asking.

Tony pointed at the dead bodies on the ground. "You've committed murder, Matthew. You're in big trouble!"

Matthew suddenly remembered Tony was just a regular person, so he wasn't sure how to explain it.

Upon noticing Matthew was quiet, Tony sighed. "You're way too rash, but I can't blame you. If you hadn't acted quickly, I would've been abducted to Eastoria. You did everything for my sake. I can't let them take you. Just go on and leave. After you're out of here, I'll call the police and tell them I killed all these people."

Matthew felt speechless about Tony wanting to take the blame. Given his age, who would believe he could kill so many people, especially when he could barely walk?

Matthew helped Tony back. "It's fine. You don't need to worry about this."

Tony looked worried. "If I don't cover for you, what if the police find out?"

Matthew paused for a moment before replying, "Someone will come clean up the bodies soon. You don't need to be concerned about it."

Tony mulled over what was said, and then his eyes suddenly lit up. "Hold on. Are you with the authorities?"

Matthew was taken aback. He didn't expect Tony to think of that, and he nodded. "You're right. I'm with the authorities."

Even though Matthew was lying, all that mattered was getting through the situation.

It all clicked for Tony, and he finally understood why Matthew was so ruthless. He gazed at Matthew with curiosity in his eyes.noveldrama

Was Matthew with the special police? Did he work for Homeland Security? Or perhaps...

Half an hour later, Matthew and Tony came back to Jay's villa.

As they entered the front gate, they immediately stopped in their tracks.

Something felt off, as if burglars had snuck into the yard.

The ground tiles were turned over. The flower pots were smashed, and the dirt from them was scattered everywhere. There were holes dug in every corner of the walls.

The situation inside the house was much worse.

The couch was torn apart, and the coffee table was smashed. The cabinet doors were open with everything inside turned into a mess. The blanket in the bedroom was ripped apart with the cotton pulled out. The bed was flipped over, and the mattress was cut open with a knife.

Tony looked around him in a daze. "Have they all gone nuts for Vital Restorative Remedies?"

Matthew realized the gravity of the situation. "You might be in danger. How about you come with me?"

Tony stayed silent for a while. "I'm going home for a bit. I have to grab the study materials for my medical license exam."

Was Tony still resolved to pass the exam?

Matthew was in awe of Tony's determination. Tony had gone mad once for the exam but still hadn't given up. After a pause, Matthew asked, "Do you really have to take it?"

Tony was getting up there in age, his life nearing its end. Matthew didn't see the need to get a medical license anymore.

Tony firmly declared, "I'm taking the exam-no questions asked. Even if I die, I want to die as a doctor."

Matthew's eyes lit up, and his gaze at Tony carried a hint of reverence. Tony was committed to being a doctor for life. Even in death, he wished to die as one.

With traditional medicine declining, this kind of dedication was priceless. "Alright. I'll take you back to your home."