The Great Medical Saint novel Chapter 173

The slap stunned everyone present. Lucas' henchmen stood there as if they'd seen a ghost.

Layla's expression was equally shocked. Her father, Andy Crane, always spoke of Ansel with the highest respect, praising his wisdom, esteemed status, and mysterious background. But why was he suddenly hitting someone?"

Clutching his cheek, Lucas stared at Ansel in disbelief. "You… you hit me? My dad sent me here to ask you to be my mentor… I've shown you nothing but respect. And just because of someone—"

Ansel's hand cut through the air again, silencing Lucas mid-sentence with another slap.

He scolded, "You may not have shown me disrespect, but you disrespected this man. Let me tell you, even if your father dared to show him any disrespect, I'd still slap him!"

Lucas was completely taken aback. The shock reverberated through him, leaving him utterly stunned. His father was the head of the Crane family, a man of considerable stature.

Yet, here was Ansel, declaring with authority that he would also strike his father without hesitation if it came to that.

Who was this man standing before him, and why did he have Ansel's profound respect?

The more Lucas pondered it, the more his astonishment grew. Clutching his face, he hesitantly asked, "Who… who exactly is he?"

Ansel responded with a dismissive snort, "You're not worthy of knowing who he is!"

With that, Ansel approached Matthew and said respectfully, "My apologies for arriving late. I should've been here to greet you properly and spare you the trouble of dealing with that scoundrel."

Upon seeing this, Lucas realized that Ansel was showing Matthew deep respect. A surge of realization overwhelmed him. Lucas finally understood that Matthew's status was far from ordinary.

Matthew let out a cold snort. "There's no need for you to slap him. I can handle him myself."

Sensing the genuine anger in Matthew's voice, Ansel immediately adjusted his tone. "Please, treat me as if I'm not here… Feel free to do whatever to him."

Lucas, now visibly shaken, quickly stepped forward. "I'm sorry, I… I didn't know who you were. It was my mistake. There's no need for you to dirty your hands. I can punish myself."

With that, Lucas raised his hand and began slapping his own face. The sharp sounds echoed in the air and continued relentlessly, one after another. Lucas showed no signs of stopping.