The Great Medical Saint (Matthew) novel Chapter 658

Alan shook his head. "I've thought about that, but sometimes it doesn't work, especially with those stubborn types. We once took someone away and tried everything, but we didn't manage to get anything out of him."

Hardly anyone knew about this, not even Kingston.

In truth, Declan was still alive. Alan took him away and tortured him with every means. Out of his ten fingers, nine of them had been chopped off, so he only had one thumb left.

Despite that, Declan was stubborn as ever, coming up with new insults each time.

Wendy didn't ask any more questions and pointed at the medicine on the table. "Then we'll just have to figure it out from here."

Alan dejectedly said, "After a few tests, we have figured out the formula for the chicken plague, but we still have no lead on the formula for treating humans. We need to come up with another plan."

Wendy suddenly thought of something. "Many people in Woolfields are sick, but none of them want Kingston to treat them. Perhaps there's a way to make use of that."

Alan was momentarily taken aback, then shook his head. "Those people are sick from pollution, not a plague. Even if Kingston treated them, the prescription he came up with wouldn't be relevant.

"We need to get our hands on Plague Compendium, but we're out of options at this point. What else can we do?"

He mumbled to himself, glancing at Wendy's face now and then.

Wendy didn't think much of it at first. But when Alan mulled over what to do next, she started furrowing her brows.

Seeing that Wendy didn't bring it up herself, Alan's expression turned serious. "This is your chance, Wendy. As long as you can secure Plague Compendium, I'll give you whatever you want."

Wendy resentfully looked at Alan. "After all this time, you're just handing me over to another man?"