The Great Medical Saint (Matthew) novel Chapter 809

Tony was infuriated. "I-I'm fine now. I'm not crazy anymore. I'm back to normal."

Clive disdainfully remarked, "What does that have to do with me? Even if you're better, it doesn't change anything. You only scored one point in the medical license exam. You're not getting your medical license, so why the hell should I suck up to a doctor who can't even practice?"

Tony felt like lightning had struck him. His vision went dark, and the world started spinning. He tried his best to stay on his feet, but he wobbled and tipped over to the side.

Noticing Tony was about to fall, Matthew darted over to support him by the arm and quickly pinched it.

The sharp pain snapped Tony back to his senses. Looking at Clive, he was so furious that his hand shook as he pointed at Clive.

"You're not grateful to me for saving your kid at all! You were just buttering me up because I was a skilled doctor, and that was why you hoped to treat me to a meal. If I had known, I—"

Tony started stuttering, unable to find his words.

He was just a doctor—saving lives was what he did best. What could he even do against someone who kicked him when he was down?

Many passersby gathered outside Reel Good Eats. Even the customers eating inside the restaurant put down their cutlery to watch what was going on.

The onlookers pointed at them and gossiped among themselves. Everyone had something to say.

Worried about his business, Clive snapped at Tony, "Aren't you leaving? Do I have to get some guys to throw you out?"

With an awkward expression, Tony turned to Matthew and said, "Sorry. I didn't expect this to happen. Let's go eat somewhere else."

Matthew motioned Tony to hold on and turned to Clive. "Did you wake up feeling a bit groggy this morning?"

Clive had no idea who Matthew was, so he asked in confusion, "What do you mean?"