The Great Medical Saint

Tracy's eyes widened at the sight, and her jaw dropped wide enough for an egg to be stuffed inside her mouth. Her face was colored with disbelief. Matthew was... strong, and unbelievably so!

He approached Chad and looked at him as he kept coughing up blood. Matthew said coldly, "You can still live if you're treated in time. Do you want to stay alive?"

The desire to live filled Chad's eyes. "I- I don't wanna die. Please, call me an ambulance. I really don't want to die."

Matthew nodded. "Talk, then. What's going on here?"

Chad's expression twisted from the pain. He gnashed his teeth, trying to keep it at bay as he said, "I'm Sheldon's fellow disciple. He told me to do this.

"I think someone else has already taken ownership of these herbs. They'll be here to transfer them away soon."NôvelDrama.Org content rights.

The Smith family again? Matthew couldn't help feeling confused. Why was Sheldon and Jeffrey, in the past-constantly standing in the Carter family's way? What was about the Carters that made them act like this?

But he couldn't think of anything, no matter how he racked his brains. "At least you know when's the right time to talk. Get lost!"

Chad thanked him profusely. "Thank you for letting me off the hook. I swear that I won't have anything to do with whatever the Smith family is up to as long as I can stay alive."

After that, he pulled out his phone and called 911.

Matthew turned to approach Tracy. Though she'd been sent flying and had crash-landed on the ground, she was in an incredibly seductive pose.

She laid on her side like a mermaid resting atop a rock. It showed off her perfect ass. More importantly, she was biting her lip and frowning because of the pain she was in. It was unbelievably sexy and immediately aroused Matthew. He asked, "Can you stand?"

She propped herself up and tried to stand but couldn't. "I don't think so. I can't really move."

Matthew scratched his head. As a doctor, he knew what exactly was wrong with her her lumbar vertebrae were dislocated. In other words, she'd dislocated her hips.

Treating her would be a complicated process. He would have to strip her and observe the condition of her lumbar vertebrae before he could return the joints to their original position.

Since they were in the middle of a courtyard, he couldn't strip her there. Left with no choice, he bent down to lift her into his arms.

"Ouch, ouch, ouch! It hurts!" Tracy whined. She sounded like a cat yowling when it was in heat. Every sound she made was enough to arouse any man.

Matthew couldn't help swallowing hard. "Hold it in. And stop making those noises."

She frowned. "I can't help it."

He felt like her body was growing hotter with every passing second He carried her into the building and into an office before placing her on the couch. Then, he reached out to unbutton her shirt.

"I'll treat you."

Tracy was initially taken aback. Then, she slapped him, getting him right in the face.

Matthew was taken aback. The slap hadn't been hard, but it was still hurtful to be slapped in the face. "What was that for?"

She said huffily, "Why are you taking off my clothes to treat me, you lecher? I can't believe you're trying to take advantage of me when I can't move!"

Matthew was rendered speechless. Then, he said, "How am I supposed to return your hip to its original position if I'm not sure what exactly is wrong? "Besides, if I really wanted to get in your pants, that slap of yours would only excite me. You're taking my kindness for granted!"

"Oh." Realization dawned on Tracy. His words made sense, but she didn't want to admit she was wrong. "You should've told me beforehand."

Matthew had nothing to say in

response. He'd already told her that

on their way to the office. He stood there and looked down at her,

saying, "Maybe I should just take you to the hospital. The medical personnel there will strip you too, but

they should be gentler the too, but

I'll be."

That made Tracy panic. She'd only be more humiliated with so many people at the hospital looking at her. She gave Matthew a pitiful look and said, "I'd rather you do it."

He shook his head. He'd yet to settle the score with her for slapping him for nothing. Pulling a chair over so he could sit and look at her, he said, "You can move your hands, right? Take your clothes off yourself. I'll only treat you when you're done."