Man With Super Medical Skill (Matthew) novel Chapter 3524

Extracting the cursed bug now would be extremely difficult. It had been inside Orla's brother for over a decade. If Matthew forcibly removed it with brute strength, the man likely wouldn't survive.

After a moment of contemplation, Matthew's eyes glimmered with realization.

He was no stranger to the Man-Bug Curse. The technique had been despised by his paternal ancestors for generations. But in a situation like this—where the cursed bug had fed on his blood for so many years—controlling it wouldn't be difficult if one knew the right method.

Matthew pulled a small pill from his pouch, a faint herbal fragrance wafting from it. Pressing his fingers lightly against the man's throat, he caused an involuntary reflex, making him open his mouth. Without hesitation, Matthew dropped the pill in, ensuring it was swallowed. A faint smile formed on his lips—now, he just had to wait.

That pill was something Matthew had concocted long ago on Basha's Sacred Mount, meant to protect himself and those around him from hidden curses. Its strongest effect was its ability to lure out cursed bugs and put them into a deep slumber.

It didn't take long before the scruffy man's body reacted. His dirt-covered face twisted in pain as his skin rippled unnaturally. A cursed bug, nearly eight inches long, slithered beneath his flesh, shifting grotesquely.

Matthew remained unfazed.

For someone to have survived a cursed bug's parasitic effects for over ten years, two possibilities existed: either the one who had cast the curse was already dead, or they had issued a command to keep the host alive. Otherwise, a normal person's blood production would have been exhausted in just a few days, leading to a slow and agonizing death.

Seconds passed, and the cursed bug eventually stopped writhing, sinking back into dormancy.

At that, Matthew pressed two fingers to the man's forehead. A controlled pulse of energy flowed into him, and the haze clouding his eyes slowly faded, replaced by clear awareness.

The moment his eyes fully regained their sharpness, it was evident—despite his filthy and unkempt appearance, his noble bearing was unmistakable.

The man glanced at his hands and the ants he had been playing with, his expression shifting from confusion to realization. Memories flooded back, his face growing darker with every passing second.