The Great Medical Saint (Matthew) novel Chapter 898

Jerome's frustration boiled over. He nearly tore the page to shreds in anger. He had hope for a miraculous solution, a life-changing prescription. Instead, what he received was Tony's contact information.

Worse, Tony didn't even have a medical license. For treatment to process, the license had to be secured. Yet without proof of mentorship, which Tony couldn't provide since his mentor had passed away, getting the license seemed impossible.

No license, no treatment. Jerome felt trapped. Was he truly left with no options?

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On the ninth floor of Opulent Club, Tony sat across from Ansel. Ansel carefully picked up a silver spoon, measured a small amount of freshly ground coffee, and placed it into a sleek, handcrafted coffee maker.

He poured in hot water, swirling it gently to extract the rich flavors before letting it rest. The steam curled upward, carrying the bold, inviting aroma of freshly brewed coffee.

Smiling, Ansel poured a cup and set it before Tony. "Have some coffee."

Tony, lost in thought, stared blankly at the table. "Do you think Matthew can actually get the medical license done?"

Ansel sighed inwardly, already weary of this question. "Trust me. If anyone can, it's Matthew. This is child's play for him."

Tony frowned. "But he didn't ask for my ID or a photo. How is he going to manage it?"

Ansel waved dismissively. "Relax. He's capable of pulling this off even without those details. I guarantee it."

Tony shook his head, unconvinced. "It's not that I don't trust him, but I just can't wrap my head around it. No ID, no photo—how are you supposed to get a license without following the proper procedure?"

Ansel's patience wore thin. For days, Tony had been obsessing over the medical license, voicing his doubts non-stop. Thumping his chest, Ansel declared confidently, "I swear on my reputation—when Matthew gets back, he'll have your license with him."

Just as he finished speaking, footsteps echoed from the corridor. Both men turned toward the door.

"It's Matthew," Ansel said with a triumphant grin, gesturing toward the entrance. "See? I told you he'd come through."

Tony sprang to his feet, his face lighting up with excitement. "Matthew, you're back! Did you bring the medical license? Come on, let me see it."