The Great Medical Saint (Matthew) novel Chapter 982

Matthew just sat there without budging. Everything he used to know felt like a castle falling apart, only for the rubble to turn into something else entirely.

Even though his worldview had changed, he found it unimpressive. Even if all those crazy ideas were true, what difference would it make to his life?

Matthew shook his head. "It all seems too unreal like we're just overthinking things. Let's not waste time on things that don't matter. What matters is living in the present."

Ansel slid Crimson Gold Token in front of Matthew. "You really like this saying, don't you?"

Crimson Gold Token had these words. "Change is constant. The Harmona Sect continuously adapts to all changes to stand the test of time."

Matthew looked at the message on Crimson Gold Token and nodded. "I really like that quote."

Ansel knowingly looked at Matthew. "I figured you'd like that saying. After all, you're so into the Harmona Sect.

"Let's say traditional medicine is eternal. Meanwhile, modern medicine has to keep correcting itself and reinventing new stuff. There's no point in blending them."

Matthew shook his head. "That's not true."

Ansel fixed his aged eyes on Matthew for a while. Seeing the serious look on Matthew's face, he knew Matthew wasn't going to change his mind, but he couldn't help but try.

"Why bother learning it? It's all wrong anyway. You're just wasting time."

Matthew sighed. "Don't you see? Traditional medicine is on the decline. If we don't integrate it with traditional medicine, it'll be forever lost. When it's gone, you can even forget about blending it with modern medicine, much less anything else."

Ansel raised his thumb. "You're right. You seem to grasp the situation clearly."

Matthew wanted to drop the subject because it felt like an idle chatter to him.

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