The Great Medical Saint (Matthew) novel Chapter 807

Watching the scene unfold, Matthew felt a pang of sorrow. He tried to say something but couldn't. It felt as if he had a lump stuck in his throat.

So, Matthew just stood there, watching Tony sob with his disheveled hair covering his face.

Crying could be heartbreaking, but it was sometimes for the best—at least for Tony's health. Getting his emotions out would keep him from bottling everything up until he snapped and went crazy.

Tony wept for a while before his sobs gradually quieted. Eventually, he wiped his tears with his sleeve, stood up, and turned to Matthew. "The house is such a mess, and there's nowhere to sit. How about I take you out to eat?"

Eating out?

Tony's clothes were worn and tattered. He didn't look like he had any money on him. Without a phone, he couldn't really make payments with PayPal either.

Smiling, Matthew added, "Why don't I treat you instead?"

Tony raised his hand and boldly declared, "I insist on treating you. If I don't know basic courtesy at my age, I might as well give up living."

Tony was actually a courteous person.

Matthew chuckled. "Sure. It's on you, then."

He didn't fuss about who paid—he just wanted to sit and talk. He had some questions about Vital Restorative Remedies and Octolith.

They locked the door and made their way toward the village entrance.

As they walked, many villagers ran into Tony and happily greeted him, addressing him with respect.

"You've truly recovered, Dr. Carling. I'm so glad."

"Mr. Carling."