Man With Super Medical Skill (Matthew)
Chapter 2220 The Bookies

Escorted by the Martial League's members, the contestants arrived at their respective destinations.

At this moment, the audience watching the live stream of the competition either remotely or on the huge screen slowly grew nervous, too.

This was largely because many of them had placed huge bets on these contestants. All the major bookies had made early preparations for this competition; moreover, to attract bets, the organizations behind some of these bookies even went so far as to gather information about the contestants.

The favorites to win the competition were all listed. They were Lola Crichton, the Goddess of Meteora; Roland Moore, the grandson of the head of the Shrewsdon Valley Sect; Zephyr Wilhelminum, the genius miracle doctor of the Wilhelminum Family; Fabien Blanc, the ruler of the Isle of Snakes; Dario Collazo from Emsgate's Herbalist Association; Kamilah Lugo, the top student of the Emsgate College; Matthew Larson, the South's representative; and a bunch of dark horses from the private sector. These people were the favorite bets, so it was only natural that more people were paying attention to them. After arriving at their destination on camera, Matthew, Lola, and the little monk pushed the door open and entered the ward.

Inside the ward was Dr. Guzman, the attending physician in charge of receiving them. Upon seeing the trio, he rushed to greet them enthusiastically, saying, "Nice to meet you, holy doctors! I'm Dr. Guzman, a chief physician at the Neurology Department." After briefly shaking hands with the trio, he continued, "This patient has been paralyzed in both feet for—"

However, before he could finish his sentence, the judge following the trio gave a short cough, signaling him to keep his mouth shut.

The next instant, a look of realization dawned on Dr. Guzman's face. "Sorry, I forgot the rules of the competition. Forgive me for talking too much. You guys may go ahead now; I have other patients to attend to," he said before leaving in a hurry. He appeared to be a kind-hearted doctor, but when he walked out of the room and into the empty hallway, a strange smile suddenly spread across his face.

He had been a pure chief physician who practiced medicine and saved lives, but the Damrons paid him more than enough to go against his conscience. Therefore, after the results of the drawing of numbers came out, he swapped Patient 512 of the main building for a terminally ill patient at Bainbridge Hospital who was most difficult to cure. "Sorry, guys. Just blame the Damrons for being generous if you want to," he muttered under his breath. After adjusting his glasses, he quickly left the place.

On the other hand, Matthew couldn't help but knit his brows the moment he saw the patient. He didn't even need to feel the patient's pulse; just a glance at the multiple patches of blackened skin on the patient's foot was all it took to know that this man had been paralyzed in his feet for years. It'll be a big problem if the nerves in his feet are dead. Of course, it's not helpful to think more about it. The key is still to examine the patient hands-on.

Having been reassured by the hospital's doctors in advance, the patient was very cooperative when Matthew and the two others examined him hands-on at this moment.

After the examination, Lola was the first to elaborate on her diagnosis. "His lumbar spine's displaced, and so are the bones in his feet. They press on his nerves and blood vessels, causing insufficient blood flow to his lower limbs, which gradually become necrotic. The patient might've failed to receive treatment in time after suffering a violent impact before. This, coupled with prolonged physical exertion, leads to such results."

As soon as she said that, the little monk beside her nodded in agreement. Then, his face took on a grave expression. "This is difficult to treat!"

At first, the patient was inwardly delighted at Lola's diagnosis. Just as she said, he had been hit by a cart about seven years ago. At the time, he felt physically fine, and the cart's owner paid him over 700 as compensation. Therefore, as a countryman who could barely make ends meet, he decided to simply take the money and forget it. However, by the end of the year, he started to feel swelling and pain in his lower back.

He thought this was merely because he had done too much physical work, but such pain spread to his legs the following year. Even so, he gritted his teeth and insisted on laboring for six months. By the time he got hospitalized for the pain, he had already lost the use of his legs and was confined to a wheelchair for the rest of his life.

So, how could he not be delighted when Lola instantly pointed out what was ailing him? However, what the little monk said made his heart sink.