The Great Medical Saint novel Chapter 222

Rachel clenched her fists. She was so nervous that her forehead broke out in sweat. She was confident in Matthew's medical skills, but her biggest worry was him getting into a fight with Sheldon.

After all, Sheldon was a martial artist, so Matthew was no match for him.

The meeting room was so silent that everyone could hear a pin drop.

Sheldon clenched his teeth. Knowing he wasn't in the right place to take Matthew down, he coldly said, "We're canceling today's meeting for the time being. Meeting adjourned."

Upon finishing his sentence, Sheldon turned to leave.

After Sheldon was no longer in the meeting room, everyone present breathed a sigh of relief. The people Matthew had just diagnosed with health problems flocked to him.

"I have erectile dysfunction, Dr. Grant. Please give me a prescription."

"Can you treat me first, Dr. Grant?"

"My vision is a bit fuzzy, Dr. Grant. Can you give me a prescription? I'm worried about going blind."

Sitting at the head table, Matthew looked like he was hosting a special medical consultation session in the meeting room. Even those without health issues were lining up to have Matthew examine them.

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A black vehicle drove off from the Stardust Hotel. In the car, Sheldon was on the phone with William.

"I can't wait anymore. I'm going to kill Matthew."

William noticed Sheldon was upset and had a rough idea why, but he wasn't keen on changing the plan. "Can't you hold off a little longer? I already arranged for someone to deal with Matthew, and he is on the way now."

Sheldon held back his anger. "I can't wait anymore."

William had never seen Sheldon so worked up. "What on earth happened?"