The Great Medical Saint (Matthew) novel Chapter 823

In the courtyard of a villa in Lambda City, Tony held his phone with a grim expression.

Matthew helped Tony to the chair. "Have a seat before making the call."

He had just heard the phone conversation, and Marilyn was out of line. Her own father had passed away, and she still didn't want to come back. Who wouldn't be upset about that?

Matthew was worried that Tony's anger might take a toll on his body.

Taking a moment to settle his emotions, Tony picked up the phone and dialed a different number. This time, he reached out to Jay's oldest son, Benson Carling.

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Benson was pushing a stroller with two small dogs in it at a veterinary hospital in Cherton, Estoria—one of them was a poodle, and the other was a corgi.

Benson looked worried. Two hours earlier, the corgi got sick and suddenly started having diarrhea.

The corgi's eyes were dull, looking weak and drained. Benson felt awful, so he made an appointment with the vet to get it treated.

Opening the door, Benson pushed the stroller inside and quickly asked the doctor, "Take a look at my baby, doctor. He's always been well-behaved and healthy, but he suddenly started having diarrhea. I'm worried."

The doctor picked up the corgi and placed it on the examination table. As the doctor was about to begin, Benson's phone started ringing loudly.

Benson reached for his phone. Seeing it was Jay calling, he hesitated for a moment before picking it up, "I'm busy right now, Dad. Can you stop calling me for a while?"

Hearing the impatient tone again, Tony gritted his teeth and swallowed his anger. "I have something to tell you. Your father has passed away."

Benson kept his eyes on his corgi. It seemed a little afraid of the doctor and started barking.

Watching the dog in distress, Benson felt a pang and frowned. He faintly heard the voice on the phone but couldn't quite make out what was said.

He simply replied, "I'm in the middle of something. My corgi's sick. Can you please not make things harder?"

Did Benson just brush it off as trouble?