Master of Medicine The Saintly Healer

Matthew chuckled. “You should trust me. I guarantee the treatment is very effective. You’ll see immediate results.”

In the middle of the conversation, Tracy walked in. She asked, “What do you mean by immediate results?”

Matthew always found teasing Rachel enjoyable, but he didn’t anticipate someone barging in and interrupting them.

He briefly stated, “This conversation is between Rachel and me. You wouldn’t understand.”

Tracy pondered what he meant. She looked skeptical because Rachel, known as the Icy Beauty, typically showed no interest in men.

She wondered how Rachel could possibly be flirting. With a hint of doubt in her eyes, she looked at Rachel.

Rachel’s face appeared slightly flushed, and her eyes twinkled with playfulness. It was as if she had shed her icy demeanor completely. Yet, she looked even more charming and alluring.

Even as a woman, Tracy felt a flutter in her heart.

However, Rachel immediately resumed her icy demeanor and asked indifferently, “What brings you here?”

Tracy pointed northward. “Your mom called and asked me to talk to you.”

Rachel’s eyebrows shot up. “What does she want to talk about?”

Tracy hesitated, glancing in Matthew’s direction.

Seeing her reluctance, Matthew knew he should leave.

He quickly said, “I need to tell you something. There’s an ongoing situation at home, so I need to take a few days off.”

He didn’t want to disclose his mentor’s situation to Rachel, so he fabricated an excuse.

Rachel thought for a moment and said, “Alright, approved. All my cars are in the underground garage. You can choose any that you’d like to take.” RêAd lat𝙚St chapters at Novel(D)ra/ma.Org Only

Matthew shook his head. Rachel’s cars were too luxurious, and he didn’t want to attract attention when handling things. “No, thank you. I won’t need a car.”

After saying that, he waved goodbye and left.

Watching Matthew leave, Rachel suddenly felt a void in her heart. They had spent so much time together over the past few days. Now that he was suddenly gone, she felt reluctant to part.

Tracy

on conveyed that Rachel’s mom had asked her to persuade Rachel to break up with Matthew and get to Jeffrey as soon as possible.

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She explained, “Otherwise, the Carter family wouldn’t be able to bear the consequences, and the Wealthwave Group might also face difficulties.”

Rachel’s eyebrows shot up as she questioned, “What does my mom mean by that? Is she scaring me with that just because she knows I care about the company?”

Tracy’s expression turned serious as she considered it might not just be a scare.

“Your uncles went to your house. They seemed to be under pressure and have explicitly instructed not to get involved with traditional medicine,” she explained.

“They said the Carter family worked hard to reach this point and can’t afford to be ruined by you.”

Rachel knew it must have been Jeffrey who was exerting pressure. However, she refused to comply.

She told Tracy to just ignore them. She said, “They oppose traditional medicine because they’re worried about. financial losses. As long as it’s profitable, they won’t object.”

Tracy felt the matter was more complicated than that. She couldn’t pinpoint the source of her unease, but a sense of foreboding lingered.

She remarked, “Since we started manufacturing traditional medicine, we’ve been facing various troubles, and each incident seems to be worse than the last.”

Rachel smiled and said, “Nothing goes smoothly all the time. We need to have confidence, and I need your support.

Tracy smiled. “Of course, I will support you.”

Despite her words, her face reflected deep concern.

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stopped at the entrance of Birchwood Community, located on Glen Road in the Northridge District of Lambda

Matthew got out of the car and noticed that the buildings within looked dated. Besides, the entrance had an old–style iron gate, which looked to be rusted.

Alex got out of the car as well. He asked, “Mr. Grant, do you need me to go in with you?”

Matthew shook his head. “No need. You can go home. I’ll go in by myself,” he replied.

Alex wanted to wait at the gate, but he worried Matthew might be handling personal matters that he didn’t want him to know too much about.

He decided to take his leave. “If you need the car, just let me know, and I’ll be there promptly,” he added.

Matthew nodded and entered the community premises. There were a dozen six–story buildings, and he wasn’t sure which one Walter Reed lived in.

Just then, he saw a few people playing chess in the courtyard.

He smiled while approaching George Wilson, an elderly man in a tank top, then asked, “Excuse me, sir. Do you know Walter Reed?”

As soon as he said that, the elderly men looked at Matthew, cach with a strange expression.

George replied harshly, “I don’t know him. He’s dead!”