Master of Medicine The Saintly Healer

Ivan cautiously took the list. His hands trembled as he read the names on it, the paper rustling loudly in his grasp.

He glanced up at Matthew, but no words escaped his open mouth.

Pointing the gun at Ivan’s forehead, Matthew asked, “Are you going to talk?”

Ivan knelt on the ground with a plop. “I’ll talk. I’ll tell you everything,” he said urgently.

Ivan revealed he knew four or five individuals on the list. All of them were prominent traditional medicine practitioners.

Vincent had previously tasked him with buying the prescriptions and medical literature in their possession.

Ivan recounted, “I took my men with me to see them several times. We tried to persuade and threaten them, but they refused to sell. In the end, Vincent told us to let it go. But a couple of days later, they were all found dead.”

“All dead?” Matthew was shocked upon hearing this as he scanned the dozen or so names on the list.

He pulled out his phone and began typing in the first name, Lucy Owen.

He quickly discovered many articles reporting her death after a car accident. Exclusive © content by N(ô)ve/l/Drama.Org.

The second person had drowned in a river, and the third had perished from a fall down the stairs.

The fourth individual, Walter, was said to have jumped off a building.

As Matthew read on, his shock only deepened. Their deaths were all under strange circumstances.

He finally grasped the reason behind placing the cherub statue atop this piece of paper. Vincent had killed these people, and he sought solace in the statue.

Thinking of Walter’s death, Matthew pressed the gun firmly against Ivan’s forehead. “Why did Walter jump off the building?”

Ivan shook his head, indicating he was clueless. “I’ve never even met Walter. I haven’t seen his son either,” he claimed.

He explained that he had only received the Reed family’s debt statement from Vincent.

“I went to collect the debt and force Jenny to hand over the Medieval Medicine.”

Matthew asked coldly, “What Medieval Medicine?”

Ivan shook his head again. “I’m not sure, but it seems to involve Walter’s grandfather saving someone. In return, he received Medieval Medicine which Vincent is determined to find,” he recalled.

Matthew pondered deeply as the recent events baffled him.

Firstly, traditional medicine manufactured by the Wealthwave Group faced unjust accusations. Then, newspapers and the Internet were awash with rampant propaganda against traditional medicine.

Suffice to say, traditional medicine was becoming increasingly scarce and on the verge of becoming obsolete.

Yet, people were resorting to murder and kidnap to obtain medical literature, employing every means necessary.

It was certainly a profound contradiction.

Contemplating this, Matthew headed to the elevator with Ivan trembling behind him.

As they reached the ground floor, Matthew remembered that Vincent had been killed upstairs.

Frowning, he pulled out his phone and watched the video he’d taken earlier, which clearly recorded Vincent committing suicide.

Just then, Ivan shouted beside him, “Fire! There’s a fire upstairs. It probably started on the 18th floor!”

Matthew looked up and saw that the upper floors were indeed ablaze, with roaring flames and thick smoke billowing

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out.

Ivan patted his chest in relief. “Great, there won’t be any evidence left after the fire. Without surveillance cameras in this hotel, they shouldn’t be able to trace that I was here.”

After glancing around the hotel’s lobby, Matthew realized there wasn’t a single surveillance camera in sight.

Suddenly, he understood why Vincent had chosen this place..

The arsonists on the 18th floor were likely members of the Red Wolves. With that thought in mind, Matthew became more vigilant of them.

As he prepared to return to Jenny’s house, Matthew suddenly remembered something.

He warned Ivan, “If anything happens to Jenny’s brother, you’ll soon meet misfortune.”

With that, he tuned and left, disregarding Ivan’s thoughts completely.

Ivan frowned. “Vincent is dead. I definitely won’t stir up trouble again. If he gets into trouble with someone else, it will have nothing to do with me.”

He sighed as he watched Matthew walk away without turning back. He knew he wouldn’t be able to wash his hands. from this matter.

Matthew eventually returned to Birchwood Community and knocked on Jenny’s door.