The Great Medical Saint novel Chapter 200

A pound of asphode grass cost a hundred bucks, so Harold's offer of a hundred bucks per stalk was definitely more than it was worth.

He didn't care about losing money. As long as he could save Mason, he was willing to pay even a thousand dollars a stalk.

Caron snorted. "Who do you think you are? Do you think money's enough for this? These herbs are to be exported abroad, so you're not worthy of using them! Now, get the fuck out of my way, or I'm gonna get nasty!"

Matthew had already lost his patience from waiting for so long. He got up from the tricycle and said, "Don't tell me you can't see that we need the asphode grass to save someone's life!"

Caron scoffed. "What does that have to do with me? Even if there were an earthquake here and everyone was to die in it, it wouldn't have anything to do with me! Fuck off, or I'll make you pay the price!"

Matthew suddenly slapped him, making him stagger backward as his head spun. He barely managed to catch himself before falling.

He roared, "Have you fucking lost your mind? I'm an Eastorian! How dare you lay a hand on me? You're dead meat, ass—"

Before he could finish, Matthew gave him another slap. "Who's the fucker here? If you ask me, you're here to cheat these honest people out of their herbs! Why haven't you settled the bill? I'm gonna give you the beating of a lifetime!"

He then punched Caron, sending him flying. The latter crashed against the truck and collapsed on the ground.

He clutched his stomach and howled in pain. The sound was so blood-curdling that it made chills run down the spines of the spectators.

Matthew hopped onto the truck and grabbed a crate of asphode grass. Then, he threw it onto the ground. "Open it!"

Harold opened it and retrieved three stalks. "What should we do next?"

Matthew said coldly, "Borrow a stove from the local pharmacy and cook the asphode grass. Add two bowls of water, and boil the asphode grass in it until it reduces to one bowl of water. Do it fast!"