Man With Super Medical Skill (Matthew)
Chapter 2225 The End of Clinical Practice

As a result of the judge's loud voice, Lola paused whatever she was doing.

The orange flame, which had been burning steadily before, now flickered as well. It was such a subtle difference, but a faint burnt odor could be detected in the medicine cauldron.

When Matthew noticed this shift, he turned his head and looked at the judge who was secretly causing trouble.

"Hey, little monk, you keep an eye on it. Immediately stop the needle if the blood turns red."

He gave the command and went straight to Lola's side.

As a judge in the competition, it was necessary to remind the participants half an hour before the competition ended. The main goal was to stop the participants from becoming overly focused and losing track of time.

However, the reminders were usually delivered in a soft voice.

The judge in Matthew's ward was completely different, shouting with ulterior motives. But Matthew didn't have time to argue with this person as the time allotted for the competition was about to end.

Boyd Jacobs, the judge of this match, was pleased to see Lola make an error when his "masterpiece" interrupted her rhythm of refining medicine.

He wasn't a member of the CAUMP. He was merely a licensed doctor who had been brought to Bainbridge by the CAUMP to act as a temporary judge.

However, the Watkins Family approached him as soon as he arrived in Bainbridge. He was presented with a large box of money and without hesitation he said yes to their request.

His task was simple. He only needed to create obstacles for Matthew when he encountered Matthew during the supervision of the competition.

If he could eliminate Matthew in the first round, he would receive ten times the cash reward.

He hadn't expected his luck to be so good, and he couldn't pass up such an excellent opportunity to make a fortune.

That was why he made such a loud announcement, which affected Lola's medicine refining.

In the room, Lola was adjusting the stability of the flame anxiously.

"I'll do it," Matthew uttered softly before slowly extending his hands.

When the nimbus flowed from his fingertips, the flickering flame stabilized again, and the burnt smell in the air gradually dissipated.

After about ten minutes, the medicine cauldron began to tremble slightly, and the medicinal scent had completely masked the burnt smell in the air. "Master Larson, the blood has turned red."

Hearing the reminder from the little monk, Matthew struck the table with his palm, and the two medicine cauldrons' lids immediately flew off.

One cauldron contained liquid medicine, and the other had the pill.

He held the small cauldron containing the liquid medicine with a clamp and brought it before the old man.

The little monk removed all of the silver needles, and Matthew selected a few of them to dip in the liquid medicine.

Then, using these silver needles, he started to prick the elderly man once more.

The difference was that Matthew had to inject the liquid medicine into the patient's acupoints, allowing it to spread naturally. As a result, the injury was progressing much more slowly than usual. Matthew eventually came to a complete stop after more than twenty silver needles were inserted one after another.

The old man, who had been in pain and had a pale face, now had a look of relief on his face.

Boyd was clearly upset when he saw the outcome of the treatment because he assumed his plan had worked. But who knew these young people were so powerful!

At that moment, he reluctantly turned to look at the timer he was holding. He had no other option at this point but to hope for the best. And right now, it seemed like the clock was ticking forever.

"Ten, nine, ... two, one, the competition time is up. All participants, stop all treatment work and let the assistant judge take over."

But Matthew quickly retrieved all the silver needles after he had finished counting the numbers.

Then, with serious expressions on their faces, the three of them turned to face Boyd.