The Great Medical Saint novel Chapter 7

With milk covering her face, Rachel shut her eyes in fright and screamed again.

As Matthew helped Rachel steady herself, he couldn't help but notice the milk dripping down her face.

In a flurry of motion, he grabbed a tissue and helped her wipe it off, starting with her face and moving down her chin and neck.

When he saw that the milk was still flowing, he continued wiping downward before he abruptly stopped.

It seemed rather inappropriate for him to wipe that area.

When Rachel opened her eyes, she noticed Matthew's hand hovering in front of her chest. She instinctively raised her hand and slapped him.

As soon as the slap landed, Matthew grabbed Rachel's wrist and asked, "What was that for?"

Rachel angrily shouted, "You're the one acting indecently toward me! If I don't slap you, who else should I slap?"

Matthew was at a loss for words. As he showed the soggy tissue to Rachel, he said, "See this? If I hadn't grabbed you, you would have fallen to the ground.

"Besides, you're the one who spilled milk all over your face. I was merely helping you wipe it off, yet you're suddenly blaming everything on me. You're being completely unreasonable here!"

Rachel completely ignored the tissue and angrily pointed at her buttons, saying, "You've got some nerve! Why did you unbutton my third button then?"

Matthew furrowed his brow and said, "Your button has been undone for quite some time now. Maybe because it was too… big, and the button popped open… It has nothing to do with me!"

Did Matthew just accuse her of undoing the button herself?

Fuming, Rachel was ready to let loose a string of expletives when her phone suddenly rang. Seeing that it was Fred calling, she hurriedly answered, "Hey, Grandpa."

Fred's voice boomed through the phone, asking, "Did you pick up the person I asked you to?"

He had tasked Rachel with picking up Matthew, with explicit instructions to meet the latter at the entrance of the courthouse.

At that moment, she had agreed without much thought. Yet, she had regretted it as soon as she had gone down.

As a woman of great beauty, she was never short of suitors. Yet, Fred had actually asked her to pick up a divorced man in front of the courthouse!

She hadn't been able to bring herself to do it, so she had asked Albert to do it instead.

Just a while ago, she had received a call from Albert, informing her that he had dropped off Matthew at the hotel, so the latter would probably be on his way up.

Rachel figured that she might still be able to catch up to him if she ran quickly enough.

With that in mind, she hurriedly responded, "Yes, yes. I'm on my way!"

After hanging up the phone, she pointed at Matthew and said, "You scoundrel! I've got things to do, so scram and never show your face before me again!"

With that, she dashed into the lobby in a fluster to catch up with her target.

As Rachel's figure receded, Matthew observed her departure with a gentle shake of his head.

What a mess! If he had known that things would turn out like that, he wouldn't have helped her. Not only had his help been unappreciated, but he had also been treated like a scoundrel!

With a brief glance at the milk-soaked tissue in his hand, he turned and tossed it into the trash can.

After asking the waiter for directions to Euphoria Suite, he made his way into the restaurant.

When he was about to make his way into Euphoria Suite, he was surprised to hear a familiar voice coming from inside—it sounded like Stanley's voice.

A wave of confusion washed over Matthew as he opened the door, and he found himself rooted to the spot by the unexpected sight inside the private room.

Much to his bewilderment, Lillian was there, as was Fred, the man who had once begged him on his knees for medical treatment.

The beautiful woman he had gotten into a misunderstanding with earlier was also there.

When Rachel's eyes landed on Matthew, she was momentarily taken aback. After that, she immediately shouted, "You scoundrel! How dare you follow me here?"

Then, she yelled in the direction of the door, "Security! Someone get this creep out of here now!"

Fred was startled. He reached out to grab Rachel's arm, saying, "Why are you making such a fuss, Rae? He's the miracle doctor I told you about!"

A look of disbelief washed over Rachel's face. She would never have thought that the person before her was the renowned Dr. Grant.

It turned out that he was the man Fred had chosen for her.

But… he was the scoundrel who had unbuttoned her third button earlier! He was nothing but a total pervert!

She thought of getting up to leave. Yet, when she recalled Fred's desperate situation, she gritted her teeth and remained seated.

Meanwhile, Matthew was alarmed when he heard Rachel throw accusations at him in front of Lillian and Stanley.

As such, he hurriedly explained, "Stop talking nonsense! You tripped and fell, and I merely helped you up.

"As for the milk you spilled on yourself, I merely helped you wipe it off. You're not only being ungrateful but also making false accusations against me!"

Seeing this, Lillian stood up and explained on Matthew's behalf, "There must have been some sort of misunderstanding, Rachel. You might not be aware, but Matt is actually quite shy. Whenever he's around other women, he can't even manage a full sentence."

Rachel couldn't help but think to herself that it was true that every mother would think that their own gosling was a swan—to his mother, he could do no wrong.

Now, Lillian was describing Matthew as a shy gentleman in front of Rachel when, in truth, he was the scoundrel who had dared to undo her button in broad daylight!

It was truly ironic!