The Great Medical Saint (Matthew) novel Chapter 989

Matthew couldn't help but feel touched—only Stanley would be so kind. At this point, there was one more person out there for him.

Still, he didn't want Nicholas to take the fall for him. "I'm just afraid and worried, Mr. Hanson. I don't plan to shift the blame away, and I'll own up to it if it doesn't work out."

Ansel quietly watched Matthew and Nicholas talking to each other. Seeing them both trying to shoulder it, he inadvertently broke into a smile.

They had a long chat, discussing the details of uniting the Eight Medical Sects. The conversation ended two hours later, and Matthew called Pierre over.

"I've got a new apprentice, Mr. Hanson. I need to head home to take care of something, so can you teach him medicine for me?"

Nicholas gave Pierre a once-over and coldly asked, "Are you afraid of death?"

Pierre's expression turned pale when the question was asked. In particular, Nicholas' intense gaze was enough to send chills down his spine.

He didn't dare to look Nicholas in the eye, shifting his gaze to the table. He softly responded with another question, "Will it be dangerous?"

Nicholas grimly replied, "It's dangerous. It could even kill you."

Pierre turned to Matthew. "I can handle hardship, and I'm willing to put in the effort, Mr. Grant. But I don't want to risk my life."

Matthew was speechless. He knew Nicholas was trying to scare Pierre, so he just waved his hand. "Stay here for now. Check out the books from the Medieval Sect. Feel free to ask me if you need help."

After Pierre walked away, Matthew turned to Nicholas. "If you don't want to teach him, just say it. Why freak him out, Mr. Hanson?"

Nicholas coldly replied, "Teach your own apprentice, or don't take one in the first place."

Matthew thought it over and agreed with Nicholas. "Alright. I'll teach him myself."

After saying that, he waved his hand and left.

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