The Great Medical Saint

How could Tracy be afraid of sleeping in her own house? Matthew couldn't even be bothered to come up with a believable lie.

Rachel just couldn't understand why Matthew would suddenly develop feelings for someone else, especially right after being so intimate with Rachel.

It kept her up all night. She could think of one reason why, but she couldn't be sure of it.

Sensing that a breakup was imminent, she got straight to the point. "Did you feel like you weren't... satisfied with my performance? Is that why you ditched me and chose Tracy instead?"novelbin

What? Matthew looked at Rachel in shock. Rachel was as beautiful as Aphrodite. She looked adorable even when she was mad. How could she say things like that?

He looked at her breasts, which were heaving because of her anger. His throat went dry at once. "You were too desperate then, Rachel. I didn't have time to savor it. Why don't we do it right now, so that I can feel it properly?"

As he spoke, he laid a hand on her. Rachel screamed when she felt his touch. She looked at him, her face turning red. "I was having a serious conversation with you. You... pervert!"

With that, she turned and ran. Matthew chased after her at once. "Things haven't been cleared up yet. How can you leave?"

Rachel ran to the next floor and headed toward the elevator. Matthew's touch had made her knees weak. She'd nearly fallen right into his arms. She couldn't bear to face him again. "I'm going to a meeting. We'll continue talking about this next time!"

Matthew paused in his steps and watched her take the elevator down. He sniffed his hand as if savoring her lingering scent.

After standing there for a long time, he stopped thinking about Rachel. His mentor had given him his third mission, which was to find "Gugleni Compendium."

The founder of the Gugleni Sect was Jorgen Solomon. He came from a family of traditional doctors. It was time Matthew visited the Solomons.

There was a village in the Kleinen district of Lambda City called Solomon Garden. Everyone in the village was a Solomon.

There were a few old men playing chess and gambling by the roadside. Children whizzed around on skateboards. A man with tousled hair draped all over his shoulders was digging through the trash not far off.

Matthew was debating whom to ask

directions from. He spotted the man who was digging through the trash pull out half a plate of pasta and proceeded to put it up to his mouth.

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Matthew frowned and walked over to stop him. "Don't eat that! It'll give you an upset stomach."

The man looked at him and grinned, revealing a set of white teeth. "You're lying to me! You just want me to put this down so you can have it, don't you?"

Matthew was amused. "I don't want your food. I'm not hungry."

The man shook his head. "I don't believe you. I'm smart. I won't fall for your lies."

Matthew was speechless. Was this guy insane or a genius?

Matthew dug out 200 dollars from his pocket and handed it to him. "Here. Take this and get yourself something nice to eat."

The man shook his head. "I don't want your money. Nothing comes for free."

Matthew was stunned. Would a fool say things like this? He sounded wise.

"I just don't want you to eat those leftovers. How about this? I'll give you the money, and you'll return the favor by helping me find someone."

At first, Matthew planned on asking

an old man for directions. If that didn't work, he would ask a child. He never thought that he'd be asking someone who might not even know his own way home.

Matthew changed his plan just to stop this man from eating bad food.

The man threw the pasta back into the trash and looked at Matthew. "I can bring you there. You can get me just a simple plate of pasta." Matthew nodded. "Alright. Let's go. I'll treat you to some pasta."

Matthew wasn't sure if this man was right in the head. Just moments before, he was acting all confused

and insane. Now, it was like a switch

of clarity had been turned on

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