The Great Medical Saint novel Chapter 256

Lance flashed a flattering smile. "Dr. Grant, my father's Marrowfragia has been cured thanks to your miraculous skills."

Matthew shook his head lightly. "You've already paid me. No need to be so polite."

He knew Lance was here for more than just to thank him. He was probably here because he knew that Marrowfragia could be hereditary.

Lance said with a smile, "I heard from my father that my great-grandfather had the same symptoms in his old age. Back then, our family was poor and couldn't afford a doctor, so we didn't know what the illness was.

"Looking back now, it must've been Marrowfragia. My father had it, and it's probably hereditary. Could you check me for it?"

Matthew shook his head. "I can't check for an illness that isn't there. You're right that it's a hereditary disease. Your family likely has a hot constitution, and you always feel hot. In winter, if you wear a bit more, you'll feel hot and irritable.

"But winter temperatures are indeed cold, so you must wear slightly thicker clothes. Also, try to avoid eating greasy foods. Follow these two things, and you have a 90% chance of avoiding Marrowfragia."

Lance was excited. "You really are a miracle doctor. I do easily feel hot in the winter. Thank you. I'll be sure to keep warm in the winter and avoid greasy foods."

Matthew hummed in acknowledgement. "Alright. If you're fine, you can go back now."

Lance smiled and said, "Alright, I won't bother you and Ms. Carter anymore. If you ever need my help, just give me a call, and I'll be there."

Matthew waved at Lance. Once Lance left, he smiled at Rachel. "So… how are you going to thank me?"

Rachel blushed. Seeing Matthew's expression, she knew what he was thinking. Why do men always think about that? Then, she softly scolded, "What nonsense are you talking about?"

Matthew knew what she was thinking and asked deliberately, "I helped you. Shouldn't you thank me?"

Rachel stood up and said, "I'm afraid of you. I'm going back to the office ."

Matthew caught up to her, grabbing her hand and gently rubbing it. "I helped you. Don't you have any way to show your gratitude?"

Blushing, Rachel pulled her hand back. "You… Matthew, don't go too far."

Matthew let go of her hand. "You did such an outrageous thing to me, and I didn't complain at all. I just touched your hand, and you reacted like this."

Rachel gritted her teeth in anger. He must've mentioned it on purpose. Last time in the car, she had climbed onto him under the influence of the drug. He always brought it up to tease her.

With a cold face, she quickened her pace toward the car.

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In the VIP room at Wealthwave Group, Malcolm was enthusiastically entertaining a beautiful woman.

The woman was Sara Clark, the daughter of the prominent Clark family from Khoitwood. Her background was complex—one that the Carter family couldn't compare to.

Every New Year, Malcolm and his father visited the Clark family. Such people were not ones that the Carters could afford to offend.

Malcolm poured a cup of coffee. "Ms. Clark, what brings you to Lambda City?"

Sara pushed the cup of coffee aside and said coldly, "Rachel is the person in charge of Wealthwave Group, right? Ask her to come see me."

Malcolm's expression turned a bit ugly. He and his son had both competed with Rachel for the position of president and lost. Sara had clearly specifically brought it up to insult him.

But the Clark family was too powerful; he couldn't afford to offend them. He could only smile and say, "I've already called Rachel. She'll be here soon."

As he spoke, Rachel and Matthew entered the VIP room together.