The Great Medical Saint (Matthew) novel Chapter 895

Was the hundred thousand dollars meant for Javier?

Matthew's face shifted into an expression of disbelief, as if he had just seen something completely outrageous.

Javier smirked coldly and directed his gaze to Aiden. "So, he's the one looking to get a medical license?"

Aiden chuckled. "Javier, he's willing to pay a hundred grand for it."

Javier sneered, his tone sharp and unyielding. "For others, it's a hundred grand. For him? It's 200 grand! Not a penny less, or it's no deal."

Matthew's gaze turned icy, his voice as cold as the abyss. "Are you certain you want 200 grand for it?"

Javier's sneer deepened. "Kid, 200 grand is just the price for the medical license. On top of that, you'll also need to apologize and admit you were wrong. And from now on, whenever you see me, you'd better show some respect and keep your head down."

"Keep my head down?" Matthew's eyes flashed coldly as his hand balled into a fist, ready to strike.

Before he could act, a surprised voice rang out from the outside. "M-Mr. Grant?"

Matthew frowned and turned toward the voice. "It's you?"

It was Jerome—the man who had brought him into Serenity Oaks Community yesterday and who had previously offered him ten million dollars to treat his condition. Though his erectile dysfunction had improved after receiving a bionic implant, Jerome had complained of still being unable to find joy.

Jerome, visibly excited, stepped forward to shake Matthew's hand. "Mr. Grant, are you here to treat me? Thank you, thank you so much."

Matthew's voice remained cold. "You've misunderstood. I'm here to help a friend obtain a medical license. Your security guard is demanding 200 grand and wants me to apologize and keep my head down whenever I see him."