The Great Medical Saint (Matthew) novel Chapter 698

Matthew didn't expect that this topic would come up. However, since Kingston didn't want to give him the Plague Compendium, there was no point in trying to small talk his way to it. He could only try to look for another way to go about it.

Thus, he turned his car around and left.

The car was stopped in front of a garden. As the both of them entered the yard, they saw that there were still leftovers on the table inside the house, which reeked of alcohol.

Kingston went into the house and plopped immediately onto the couch, exclaiming, "I'm dead tired. I ran around so much my legs are just about to fall off."

Matthew was speechless. How could Kingston just leave the table like that without cleaning it up first? He just realized that there were a few alcohol bottles that were still left exposed, uncapped.

He walked over, reached out to grab the bottle caps, and was about to close the bottle shut when a brilliant idea flashed in his mind.

If Kingston was drunk, he would be able to spill the beans. He could give that a try!

He hollered at Kingston, who was on the couch, "Come drink with me!"

Kingston didn't move. He whipped his phone out and scrolled on it mindlessly, watching short videos, and replied, "I don't want to move. I just wanna lay down."

Bam! Matthew slammed the alcohol bottle in his hand hard on the table. The table shook, and the dishes on the table rattled.

Kingston jumped up, surprised. He shifted his gaze from his phone to Matthew, only to hear him grumble impatiently, "I'm so agitated that I'm about to kill someone. Come. Drink with me."

Kingston shot up immediately and replied, "Okay. I'll drink with you."

Matthew poured two shots out, took one of them, and downed it. Then, he looked pointedly at Kingston.

Kingston quickly grabbed the other shot glass and downed it as well. Matthew filled the glasses up once more and down his shot again.

Kingston had his hand reached out and was about to grab some fries when he saw what Matthew did. Dejectedly, he had no choice but to forgo his fries and downed his shot as well.

The both of them went back and forth like this without uttering a single word.

It was like they were in a competition as they downed shots one after another. They were a dozen shots down at that point. Kingston's eyes were bleary, his body was swaying and he started speaking with a slight lisp.

"It's… It's so tiring to be alive…"

However, Matthew didn't respond. He was waiting for Kingston to continue.