The Great Medical Saint

Benedict looked delighted. "Really? Thanks a lot. I had a feeling that once you

were back to your old self, no one in the village would need to visit the hospital for treatment again."

Tony went over the instructions and dosage with Benedict before leaving with Matthew.

As they came to the village entrance, Matthew grabbed Tony's arm. "Let's head out."

Tony was a little baffled. "Aren't we going to look for David?"

Smiling, Matthew replied, "Of course, we need to find him, but you can't keep tagging along. I'm going to find you somewhere to rest, or else your body will collapse."noveldrama

Tony was worn out and aching, barely able to keep going. "Okay, I'm going home."

Matthew leaned closer and stated, "You're not going home. I'll take you to a safer place."

Tony got it right away. "Are you worried that Darius might come back with his men?"

Matthew felt conflicted about it. Although Tony asked for Darius to be spared, it wouldn't make a difference. Darius had already gone down the path of no return. Matthew had this gut feeling that he'd be back.

But Matthew couldn't bring himself to tell Tony. It might make Tony worry and stress him out.

Matthew uncrossed his arms. "It's not what you think. I just want to show you to a nice place."

...

Half an hour later, Tony and Matthew came to the ninth floor of Opulent Club.

After Matthew introduced Tony, Ansel stepped forward and shook his hand. "What a pleasure to meet the successor of the Presetian Sect."

Tony looked a little uncertain. "You're being way too kind. I'm just a doctor who doesn't even have a proper license."

Ansel was stunned for a moment before remarking, "If the Presetian Sect's successor can't practice medicine, then all the hospitals might as well shut down. This is absurd."

Tony modestly responded, "Tims have changed. Traditional medicine is just... Let's leave it at that. I spent years studying for the license, and the result was laughable. I'm ashamed of it."

Ansel stated with conviction, "What's the big deal if times have changed? As long as people are still around and getting sick, traditional medicine will always have its place. Otherwise, the Eastorians wouldn't be so desperate to steal our medical literature."

Upon hearing Ansel's words, Tony was fired up. "I feel the same way too, but I'm stuck without the license."

Ansel chuckled. "That's easy. Matthew can easily help you with it. Just give him a day, and I bet he'll sort it out."

Tony eagerly stared at Matthew. "Can you really make it happen?"

Matthew nodded. "Yes."

Even though he promised without hesitation, he didn't have much confidence in it. After all, Ansel didn't give him a heads-up, and the conversation just ended up here. But he wasn't annoyed at all. He was also hoping Tony could use his medical expertise to help people.

Tony clapped and cheered, "Awesome! This is just perfect. I'll get to practice medicine soon. I'm going to be a doctor again. I've been waiting for this day for so long."

As Tony spoke, tears welled up in his eyes. No one knew the struggle he had gone through to reach this point. Being this doctor was all he ever wanted.

He thought he'd never get the chance to become a doctor again until the day he died. This news was so unexpected.