The Great Medical Saint (Matthew) novel Chapter 770

Alistair was in unbearable pain, but he still had a sliver of sense left. "A-Aren't you Matthew?"

Even when he was desperately clinging to his life, his assassin's instincts made him stay on guard.

The thought that it might be Matthew terrified him. If he made the call, his whole family could fall into Matthew's hands. That'd be a total disaster.

Matthew responded with a question, "Who's Matthew? I don't know that guy. If you want to reach out to him, please give me his phone number. I'll call him for you."

Alistair hurriedly shouted, "No! Don't contact him."

Matthew added, "Let me introduce myself. I'm Sebastian from Campbell Town. I sell alcohol, and I'm here for a business meeting. When I saw a crowd gathered here, I thought I'd check out what was going on. I didn't expect to find you hurt like this, and no one's even stepping in to help. What's wrong with people these days?"

Alistair fell silent. He had killed a dozen people with bees. If this man called an ambulance and he passed out, the hospital staff would definitely report it to the police. Then, he'd be in deep trouble. One wrong move and all his past crimes would come to light.

As for reaching out to Nathan, Alistair had no way to do it. It was always Nathan who contacted him.

As for friends, Alistair didn't seem to have a single one he could trust with his life. After thinking it over, the only people he could rely on were his mom and dad—his family.

Gritting his teeth, he made his decision and weakly said, "Call my parents. Here's their number."

With that, he shared their home number.

That area code rang a bell for Matthew. It was from Ylanta, a neighboring city. It'd take less than an hour to drive here from Ylanta.

He pulled out his phone and dialed the home number. "Hello."