The Great Medical Saint

Upon returning to his desk, Pierre was shocked when he saw a stranger in his spot.

Matthew saw a person standing before him, looking all beaten up and just staring at him. He smiled and pointed to the second floor.

"You're here to get your wound dressed, right? The outpatient clinic is on the second floor. Feel free to head there."

Pierre slammed the table. "This is my desk. It's where I sit to work. Get out of here."

Was this supposed to be his workspace? Matthew's eyes went wide open. "Are you Pierre?"

Wasn't Pierre a doctor? Why did he turn up like this?

Feeling perplexed, Pierre looked at Matthew. "How do you know my name?"noveldrama

People in Kirkshire called him Cleeve, and the hospital staff called him by his nickname-Monkey. However, Matthew actually shouted out the name he changed to. It felt bizarre to him.

Matthew stood up and got straight to the point. "I came to talk to you. I'm with medical—"

Before Matthew could say "sects", Pierre suddenly jabbed his finger at Matthew and yelled, "I get it now! That's why they beat me up out of the blue. It's because you came to see me.

"I'm not going to take this beating for nothing. What do we do about this?"

Back then, reporters would show up to interview Pierre. But every time they did, he'd get beaten and locked away. Eventually, the matter was just dropped.

No one had visited Pierre for two years, so it hadn't crossed his mind. He didn't expect to get beaten that day for the same reason.

Matthew was stunned. "You were beaten because of me showing up? I didn't tell anyone I was coming. Are you sure you're not mistaken?"

Pierre gritted his teeth. "I'm sur of it. You must have asked around to find e. So, how do we settle this?"

Matthew gave Pierre a once-over. His lips were busted, and he had one eye swollen. His face was puffy, and there were shoe prints all over his white coat.

Pierre's standing posture was kind of weird like he was afraid to put weight on his right foot. Matthew guessed that his leg was hurt. The longer Matthew looked at it, the more Matthew felt sorry for him.

But Matthew was still annoyed by Pierre's words. "I didn't hit you. You can't blame me for it."

Pierre clenched his teeth, probably realizing he had gone a bit too far. He coldly responded, "What do you need from me?"

Matthew cleared his throat, realizing it had become awkward for a serious conversation.

But since Pierre had asked, Matthew had to say why he was there. "I'm with the medical sects. I'm here to get Five Integrations of Traditional and Modern Medicine "

Pierre interrupted Matthew again. "Are you sure you want to have the medical book?"

His father passed down the book to him, and the knowledge inside it was baffling to him.

The book talked about both traditional and modern medicine. His dad had always said that the book was important, but he always found that statement exaggerating.

When it came to modern medicine, the book was way outdated compared to what was available back then.

Meanwhile, the traditional medicine

in the book was quite useful, but the hospital had stopped providing

treatment based on traditional

medicine. Thus, he didn't have the

chance to practice any of the

remedies listed in it.

In Pierre's mind, the book was practically useless, like a fifth wheel. It was hardly worth the effort.

Matthew was beginning to get worried. Based on his experience on past missions, he knew he was bound to face some hurdles for this medical book.

He mentally prepared himself and slowly stated, "Yes. I'm here for Five Integrations of Traditional and Modern Medicine."

Pierre nonchalantly responded, "I'm fine with handing you the medical book, but you need to do me a favor."

Did Pierre just agree? Upon hearing Pierre's words, Matthew was stunned for a moment. Things were going too smoothly.

After snapping out of it, Matthew beamed. He wouldn't mind doing one favor, let alone a whole bunch of them.

"As long as you give me the book, don't hesitate to ask me for anything."

Pierre observed Matthew's reaction closely. Seeing how easily Matthew agreed, he started making his request.

"As you can see, I just got beat up. It happens to me a lot. I keep a journal and write it every day. Every punch they throw, every kick they land, I make a note of it there.

"I'm not asking for much. I just want to pay back everything I've written in my diary.

Then, I'll give you the medical book immediately."

Grinning, Matthew replied, "Sure thing. Show me the diary. I'll settle the score for you."

Matthew did the math and figured that if Pierre had been beaten a few times, getting revenge wouldn't be that hard. It'd be done in a day, so he agreed without hesitation.

Pierre nodded repeatedly. "Great. I'll bring it to you now."

After saying that, Pierre turned and bolted away.

A few minutes later, he came running back, holding a thick stack of diaries. There were at least a dozen books, and everything was stacked up to about 12 inches thick.

He dropped the thick stack of diaries onto the desk with a thud. "These are all the diaries about me getting hit."