Master of Medicine The Saintly Healer

Ansel saw the ring, and his aged eyes lit up with recognition. “I can’t say. Your mentor must tell you personally. However, there’s one thing you must know,” he said.

“As long as you’re alive, you can’t lose this ring.”

Matthew grew a little frustrated from the lack of information. He asked, “What if I die?”

Ansel suddenly laughed. “Sir, if you’re dead, it will no longer be your concern.”

He continued, “Even if your mentor possesses extraordinary skills, he can’t retrieve you from hell and slip this ring back onto your finger.”

Realizing he wouldn’t obtain any useful information, Matthew decided to learn more about the task instead.

“Where can I find the Medieval Medicine text?” he asked. “Do you have any news?”

Ansel smiled and replied, “The Medieval Medicine was in Walter Reed’s possession at the time, but I’m not aware of its whereabouts afterward.” Exclusive content © by Nô(v)el/Dr/ama.Org.

Matthew frowned. Jenny had mentioned that her grandfather never passed down any medical literature.

He secretly thought that this matter might become a little troublesome.

Finally, he said, “I’ll find a way on my own.”

Ansel smiled and offered, “Sir, would you like me to send a few people to assist you? They can run errands and assist you with whatever you need.”

Matthew shook his head. “It’s too much trouble. I’m leaving,” he replied, then stood up to leave thereafter.

Ansel watched Matthew leave and shook his head slightly. “Young people are so impetuous. Why don’t they like the extra help?”

Ivy Glover stepped out from the shadows just then, radiating exceptional beauty, and flaunting an attractive figure.

She approached Ansel and inquired, “Does he see me as a mere bodyguard?”

Ansel shook his head. “Ivy, with your skills, how could he underestimate you? He just didn’t notice you,” he replied.

Ivy felt reluctant and asked, “Mr. Mullins, why didn’t you let me come out and demonstrate my abilities?”

Ansel shook his head again. “He holds the authority here, I need his consent to have you show yourself,” he said. “He doesn’t want any help as he finds it troublesome ”

Meanwhile, Matthew took the elevator down to the first floor. As soon as he stepped out, he saw Marty.

“Mr. Grant, are you leaving now?” Marty asked. “Do you need a car?”

Matthew shook his head and replied, “No need.”

Marty accompanied him out, passing by the front desk. They happened to notice Cole arguing with the staff at the service desk

Matthew frowned and continued on his way out, showing no interest in engaging with Cole.

Cole, however, saw Matthew emerge and immediately pointed at him. “It’s him! You have to verify his identity,” he

shouted.

“There’s no way he has the qualifications to be a member of Opulent Club.”

Matthew didn’t expect Cole to still be causing trouble. He cast a sideways glance at Marty.

Marty immediately discerned the meaning behind his gaze and briskly walked to the front desk.

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The staff member saw him approach and immediately reported to Marty in a hushed tone, “He insists on verifying Mr. Grant’s identity, but we don’t have the authority.”

Marty waved his hand. “Don’t worry about it. I’ll take care of him.”

Cole felt hopeful upon hearing this. “Mr. Miller, you must have been deceived by him,” he said. “You might think that he’s still the owner of Evergreen Group, but in reality-”

Marty suddenly slapped him midway through his sentence. A crisp slap echoed, and the room suddenly grew silent.

Cole covered his face, incredulously asking, “You… Why did you hit me?”

Opulent Club was very mysterious and powerful, but there had never been an incident of violence against members.

Cole was stunned after getting slapped.

The two staff members were also shocked by Marty’s actions, their expressions betraying their disbelief.

Matthew raised his eyebrows in mild surprise. He had just casually mentioned it, not expecting Marty to act on his

whim.

Marty said coldly, “You insist I verify Mr. Grant’s information. Who else should I hit if not you?”

Cole was so angry that he was on the verge of cursing. However, he held back because Marty was the manager of Opulent Club.

“Why address him so politely? He’s nothing but trash now,” he retorted. “You’re wrong!”

Marty explained coldly, “Mr. Grant is a VIP guest here.”