The Great Medical Saint novel Chapter 169

Matthew's eyes gleamed with a cold light. With lightning speed, his right foot flashed out and kicked Harry's wrist. With a thud, the sword flew into the air, tracing a silver arc.

Matthew's hand shot up, catching the blade effortlessly. With a swift flick of his wrist, the blade slashed Harry's throat, sending a fine spray of blood into the air.

Harry clutched his neck, his face contorted in pain and shock. "You… Who are you?" he gasped, desperate for answers in his final moments.

This was the question that gnawed at him as he faced death—why had his seemingly foolproof plan unraveled so disastrously here? Harry couldn't die without knowing.

Nearby, Cosmo appeared almost exhilarated. Though the room had four, and a man was bleeding from his neck, he wasn't scared.

At this moment, Cosmo's face flushed with pride. "He's the one who taught me to use boiling water to treat facial neuritis. Not only were you not able to beat him in a fight, but your medical skills were also no match for his!"

Harry's eyes widened in sheer disbelief, bulging as if they might pop out of their sockets. His expression wavered between sudden realization, shock, and regret.

Clutching his throat, he stammered, "I… I… should have just taken the book and… and left…"

His voice grew fainter with each word until it dwindled into silence. His head slumped to the side, and he collapsed to the ground.

Jenny was pale, her face frozen in a mixture of terror and disbelief. In her shock, she instinctively reached out to cover Cosmo's eyes, trying to shield him from the gruesome sight.

But Cosmo gently pushed her hand away. "I'm not scared," he declared firmly. "I've seen dead bodies before—Grandpa's, Mom's, and Dad's. I'm not afraid of the dead. These people deserved it. Their deaths don't scare me. They make me happy."

Jenny stared at her brother in shock. It was the first time she had heard Cosmo saying something like this. A sense of fear crept into her heart.

The timid, quiet boy she knew seemed to have vanished, replaced by someone she barely recognized. Her heart ached with a strange, profound sorrow.

Matthew stepped over to Cosmo, gently ruffling his hair, and offering a silent comfort.

Jenny pointed to the lifeless bodies scattered across the floor. "What do we do with these?"

Matthew paused to think, then pulled out his phone and dialed a number. "Hello?"

On the other end, Ansel couldn't hide his delight when he heard Matthew's voice. A broad smile appeared on his face. "What can I do for you, sir?"