The Great Medical Saint novel Chapter 220

Everything had gone according to Sheldon's plan.

However, Matthew suddenly got up from his seat and walked toward the stage. "It doesn't matter if it's modern medicine or traditional medicine. The effectiveness is what matters. We should only get rid of things when it doesn't work.

"Even though modern medicine is advancing rapidly, it can't cure everything."

As Matthew spoke, he held the arm of Mark Grabowski, one of the people who had raised their hands.

Mark appeared to be in his 40s. He had mouth ulcers, bloodshot eyes, and inflammation at the corner of his eyes. His face was also covered in pimples.

Matthew looked at Mark and said, "You're showing signs of inflammation. How does modern medicine handle that?"

Mark was at a loss for words to respond. He was into modern medicine and had even sent his son abroad to study it. When his son had an inflammation issue, he ended up mailing some traditional medicine over.

Mark had been stressed out lately over some troubles at his factory, and his ulcer issues had surfaced. But just like that, Matthew's question had Mark totally stumped.

Matthew grunted coldly. "If you need traditional medicine to feel better, why are you against it?"

After saying that, Matthew approached Donald Winstead, who was in his 30s. He had his arm in a sling, and it looked like his arm was hurt pretty badly.

Matthew went up and yanked Donald's arm. He then jerked it abruptly, making a loud snap.

Surprised by Matthew's actions, Donald sprang to his feet and grabbed Matthew by the collar. "My arm's injured, and you're still messing with me? Are you looking for a fight?"

Matthew motioned to the hand holding his collar and asked, "Does that look like an injured arm to you?"

Donald lowered his head and looked at it. Only then did he realize that he was grabbing Matthew with the injured hand.

What? Donald's arm had been so weak that he could barely lift it, but it seemed perfectly fine now. How did that happen?