Man With Super Medical Skill novel Chapter 3327

Inside the back room, the chief healer, who was the same middle-aged witch doctor Matthew had seen earlier, sat reading a medical text. Hearing the young woman's words, a look of surprise crossed his face. After thinking for a moment, he looked up and said, "I'll take a look."

The witch doctor stood up from his chair, curious about who might be causing trouble.

As the chief healer of Dewsbury's witch clan, he could quickly deduce that someone buying such large quantities of poisonous herbs was either a rival healer looking to challenge him or someone planning something nefarious, like murder. But if it were a murderer, they wouldn't be so bold as to make their intentions known so openly. So, there was only one logical conclusion—someone had come to challenge his authority.

The witch doctor walked out of the back room and immediately saw Matthew standing at the counter, smiling calmly. His pupils constricted as recognition flashed across his mind. He had seen Matthew earlier that morning in the crowd. Matthew's handsome face had left an impression, and his demeanor made it clear he wasn't an ordinary person. Forcing a smile, the witch doctor approached Matthew. "Sir, didn't we meet earlier today?"

"Indeed. I saw you treating someone in the crowd," Matthew replied with a slight nod, not denying their previous encounter.

"May we speak privately?" the witch doctor asked, gesturing to the room behind him.

"Since the chief healer himself is asking, how could I refuse?" Matthew replied, smiling as he followed the witch doctor.

Hearing Matthew refer to him as the chief healer, the witch doctor's eyes flashed with shock. How has this man learned of my title?! His wariness of Matthew deepened.

In truth, Matthew had learned the witch doctor's title simply by overhearing the young woman in the back room address him as such. As a grandmaster-level practitioner, Matthew's sharp hearing had easily caught their conversation.

Once inside the quiet room, the witch doctor's friendly demeanor vanished. His gaze turned icy as he fixed his eyes on Matthew, his voice cold. "Who are you really, and what's your purpose for coming to my healing shop?"

Matthew didn't respond right away. Instead, he let his eyes roam the room before chuckling softly. "If I don't reveal my identity, are you going to let your little insect friends take care of me?"

Suddenly, nine silver needles flew from Matthew's hand with lightning speed, striking hidden corners of the room.

Hiss! Came the sound of insects screeching in pain.

The witch doctor's face twisted in shock. He hadn't expected Matthew to detect the hidden poisonous insects so easily. However, upon sensing that they were still alive, the witch doctor breathed a sigh of relief. Glaring at Matthew, he spoke with barely contained anger. "Do you think the witch clan is something you can toy with?"

Matthew remained silent for a few moments before speaking in a calm, indifferent tone. "And do you think the Martial League is a joke?"

At that, the witch doctor's expression turned grim. Up until now, he had only been mildly cautious of Matthew, but now, a sense of real concern crept in. The witch clan had spread across many regions, and if Matthew harmed him, the clan would likely send people to hunt him down no matter where he went. Dewsbury's witch clan wasn't limited to just the healers, after all.

However, now that Matthew had made it clear he was acting on behalf of the Martial League, the situation had changed. The witch clan, despite its reach, couldn't openly challenge the power of the Martial League.