The Great Medical Saint

Silas tossed the money back and said, "Take it back."

His progenitors had established a rule that restricted him to treating patients at the clinic. He couldn't make house calls. Despite not knowing the rule's specific purpose, he had always abided by it.

The proffered 10 thousand dollars was irrelevant to him. If his goal had been to make money, he would've made a fortune long ago. He wouldn't have had to scavenge to get by.

The man's voice turned sardonic. "What's the matter? You think that's chump change? Not enough for you to make a house call? Here's more, then!"

As he spoke, he pulled out two wads of cash and dropped them on the desk. "Money is not a concern for me, but you've got to head out soon. If you cure my father, there will be no trouble. You'd better choose wisely."

Silas furrowed his brow. "I repeat, I do not make house calls. If your father is seriously ill, call 911. If he's not, you can bring him here and let me see him.

"Money is not a concern for you, nor for me. I won't go no matter how much you offer."

The man in shades was furious. He pointed at Silas and hissed, "300 thousand dollars. I'll give you 300 thousand dollars. How about that?

"Go and see my father. Regardless of whether you can treat him, I'll give you 300 thousand dollars upfront. Happy now?"

Silas was exasperated. He had repeated himself so many times, yet it was as if the man was deaf. He had completely ignored his words. Silas' anger flared, and he asked, "Can you hear me?"

The man in shades replied anxiously, "I need you to treat my father as soon as possible."

Having received no answer to his question, Silas asked again, "Can you hear me? If you can't, I'll stop talking. If you can, answer me!"

The man nodded. "I can hear you."

Silas nodded. "Since you can hear me, I'll repeat once more I don't make house calls. Stop wasting time here and delaying your father's treatment. It's not worth it."

The man looked at Silas with a fretful expression and suddenly lunged at him. His fist connected with Silas' head, knocking him out with one punch. Then, he carried Silas off.

All the patients there were gobsmacked.

"What's he doing? He said he didn't want to go. Why did he abduct him?"

"If you carry him off, what do we do? We can't just leave without getting treated!"

"How heartless! Damn it. I came all this way for nothing."

The many patients grumbled all they could. Nonetheless, Silas was gone, and they couldn't do anything about it.

All of them stood in place, not knowing what to do.

Matthew walked into the clinic. He did not see Silas. Assuming that Silas had gone to the bathroom, he explained to some of the patients who were losing patience, "The doctor might have gone to the bathroom. Please wait for him patiently." A patient pointed outside. "He's not in the bathroom. He's been abducted by a patient."

Abducted?

Matthew was shocked. "Is that true? I saw him treating patients here ten minutes ago."

Another patient explained, "I watched him get abducted. A man with sunglasses said his father was sick, and he wanted Dr. Solomon to make a house call.

"But Dr. Solomon said he doesn't do that. Eventually, the man in sunglasses knocked him out and carried him off. They got into a black car."

A black car?

Matthew was immediately reminded of a speeding car he had seen when he arrived. He promptly rushed out of the clinic, got to his car, and put the pedal to the metal. The car engine revved up with a roar, shaking the entire vehicle. Then it zoomed off, swift as an arrow.

Matthew kept telling himself as he drove, "Faster. Go faster. I need to catch up to that car."

Matthew's car advanced with wild speed, snatching the attention of passersby as it vroomed past.

Nonetheless, after five minutes of pursuit, there was still no sign of that black car.

Fortunately, there was only one road. Matthew didn't have to worry about the car turning onto a side road.

Ten minutes later, he finally saw that car. He immediately slowed down and followed it from a distance.

The car slowly left downtown and moved toward the suburbs.

In the eastern suburbs of Lambda City, major village reconstruction was being carried out. Many villages had been torn down, and their inhabitants had relocated. The car at the front headed for a half-demolished village.

Only two cars were moving on the entire road. Worried that the person ahead would notice him, Matthew slowed down and put some distance between them. The car ahead entered the village. Matthew parked his car at the entrance and walked inside.

In the village, there was rubble everywhere. The roads were covered in dirt. No one had cleaned them up. The tracks of the car ahead were stark. Matthew followed the tracks to a house.

There were five cars parked in front of the house. Many and varied footprints covered the entrance. It was obvious that quite a few people were staying there. Atop the main entrance were security cameras. There were surveillance devices all around the yard. The place seemed to be a heavily fortified stronghold. Matthew realized the gravity of the situation. Silas might not have been taken away to treat a patient.

As he reached the entrance, a tall

and burly man walked out of the

yard. There was a scar on the man's face. He seemed quite tough. He stared at Matthew and barked

fiercely, "Hey, what the fuck are you doing?"

Matthew replied coldly, "Watch your mouth."

Seeing that Matthew continued to approach him, the man grew even more aggressive. "Fuck off with that shit! This is my house. You're not welcome. Scram! Don't come looking for trouble."

Matthew was agitated. "I'll say it again-watch your mouth. I hate it when people keep shouting."

A sinister smile appeared on thenoveldrama

man's face. He bent down, grabbed

a brick from the ground, and

approached Matthew. "You

motherfucker. You shouldn't be here. Since you're trying to

get

yourself killed, I'll fuck you up real

g"

His words were cut off as Matthew swiftly launched an ax kick, slamming his feet into the man's face.

The man fell to the ground with a loud thump, dropping the brick. He lay unconscious on the ground.

Matthew darted into the yard. Frenzied footsteps sounded on the second floor. Several shirtless men rushed out from the gym. All of them held a blade in their hands.

"Eastorians?" Matthew thought, surprised. Right away, Nelson came to his mind.

His apprentice, Mason, had told him that his grandfather, Nelson, had been lured away with a house call. Nelson was still in Eastoria and could only see his family through the camera in his home. Once the shock faded, killing intent arose within Matthew's heart. He glared at the Eastorians closing in on him, his eyes sharp and murderous.

The shirtless muscular man at the forefront pointed his blade at Matthew. "Who are you? This is a restricted area. You can't be here!" "Restricted area?" Matthew mused.

He pointed to the ground. "You've set up a restricted area here? Do you even have the rights?"

The muscular man sneered. "All the people who said we don't have rights are dead. You could sit down and become a friend, or you could be killed by us and become a dead man wonder if you want to be a friend or a dead man."

Matthew's voice was icy and belligerent. "I don't want to talk to a man who's about to die."

The man was stunned and soon became furious. "Since you have a death wish, go ahead and die. Kill him!" he roared at his subordinates.

At his command, they raised the blades in their hands and charged at Matthew.