The Great Medical Saint novel Chapter 265

Silas tossed the money back and said, "Take it back."

His progenitors had established a rule that restricted him to treating patients at the clinic. He couldn't make house calls. Despite not knowing the rule's specific purpose, he had always abided by it.

The proffered 10 thousand dollars was irrelevant to him. If his goal had been to make money, he would've made a fortune long ago. He wouldn't have had to scavenge to get by.

The man's voice turned sardonic. "What's the matter? You think that's chump change? Not enough for you to make a house call? Here's more, then!"

As he spoke, he pulled out two wads of cash and dropped them on the desk. "Money is not a concern for me, but you've got to head out soon. If you cure my father, there will be no trouble. You'd better choose wisely."

Silas furrowed his brow. "I repeat, I do not make house calls. If your father is seriously ill, call 911. If he's not, you can bring him here and let me see him.

"Money is not a concern for you, nor for me. I won't go no matter how much you offer."

The man in shades was furious. He pointed at Silas and hissed, "300 thousand dollars. I'll give you 300 thousand dollars. How about that?

"Go and see my father. Regardless of whether you can treat him, I'll give you 300 thousand dollars upfront. Happy now?"

Silas was exasperated. He had repeated himself so many times, yet it was as if the man was deaf. He had completely ignored his words.

Silas' anger flared, and he asked, "Can you hear me?"

The man in shades replied anxiously, "I need you to treat my father as soon as possible."

Having received no answer to his question, Silas asked again, "Can you hear me? If you can't, I'll stop talking. If you can, answer me!"

The man nodded. "I can hear you."

Silas nodded. "Since you can hear me, I'll repeat once more—I don't make house calls. Stop wasting time here and delaying your father's treatment. It's not worth it."

The man looked at Silas with a fretful expression and suddenly lunged at him. His fist connected with Silas' head, knocking him out with one punch. Then, he carried Silas off.

All the patients there were gobsmacked.

"What's he doing? He said he didn't want to go. Why did he abduct him?"

"If you carry him off, what do we do? We can't just leave without getting treated!"

"How heartless! Damn it. I came all this way for nothing."

The many patients grumbled all they could. Nonetheless, Silas was gone, and they couldn't do anything about it.

All of them stood in place, not knowing what to do.

Matthew walked into the clinic. He did not see Silas. Assuming that Silas had gone to the bathroom, he explained to some of the patients who were losing patience, "The doctor might have gone to the bathroom. Please wait for him patiently."

A patient pointed outside. "He's not in the bathroom. He's been abducted by a patient."

Abducted?

Matthew was shocked. "Is that true? I saw him treating patients here ten minutes ago."

Another patient explained, "I watched him get abducted. A man with sunglasses said his father was sick, and he wanted Dr. Solomon to make a house call.

"But Dr. Solomon said he doesn't do that. Eventually, the man in sunglasses knocked him out and carried him off. They got into a black car."

A black car?

Matthew was immediately reminded of a speeding car he had seen when he arrived. He promptly rushed out of the clinic, got to his car, and put the pedal to the metal.

The car engine revved up with a roar, shaking the entire vehicle. Then it zoomed off, swift as an arrow.

Matthew kept telling himself as he drove, "Faster. Go faster. I need to catch up to that car."