Man With Super Medical Skill (Matthew)
Chapter 2239 Skelemar, Who Adores His Disciple

Meanwhile, Matthew and his companions shrank. It seemed like they heard something extraordinary.

At this moment, Yahir's gaze fell upon the youngsters. After scanning each of them, his expression darkened.

"I'm Yahir Purrit, the master of Mountain Breeze Sect. May I ask if my grandson-Easton Barnes-is still incapable of advancing to the finals?"

Just as Matthew was about to explain, his grandfather shot him a stern look to silence him. Obviously, Yahir was very displeased with Easton's failure judging from his expression. Matthew glanced at the two elderly people and decided to bite the bullet for his friend's sake. "Sir Yahir, Easton was one step late than others, so he could only rank sixth in his group." Hearing this, Yahir glanced at Kenneth, who sat opposite him with a mocking expression.

Kenneth's smugness made Yahir's face fall, but then he smiled again. "That's not bad, considering that this is his first breakthrough."

Before Matthew could breathe a sigh of relief, he suddenly heard the old man's undertone voice muttering.

"That foolish brat, how could you lose against Kenneth's grandson? Once I get back to Mountain Breeze Sect, you're dead meat!"

His solemnity proved that it was not a joke.

What a strict grandfather you have, Easton. May God be with you. You're on your own. Matthew and the others prayed for Easton from the bottom of their hearts.

Meanwhile, the relationship between Skelemar and Lola was a stark contrast to this situation.

Skelemar looked at Lola with doting eyes. "Lola, how do you feel? Are you tired? Did the thick smoke and poisonous gas on the field affect you?"

He held her hand to feel her pulse with his eyes closed. A moment later, he finally relaxed and nodded. "It's fine, you're fine. You're just a little tired. Here, I prepared these for you. The Vitality Pill, the Spirit Pill, and the Rejuvenation Pill..."

Under those watching eyes, he fished out various types of replenishment pills. Not only were they extremely rare, but their quality was also top-notch.

Matthew and the others couldn't help but be amazed at Skelemar's exaggerated reaction. Even the little monk, who had always been calm, was speechless.

This guy has taken exaggeration to a whole new level.

At the same time, an envious Roland turned to his grandfather only to be scared away by the latter's glare.

"Davon, you're exaggerating. She's just a little tired," Kenneth sarcastically commented as he couldn't stand it anymore.

As soon as Kenneth blurted that, Skelemar frowned and lost his smile. "I'm caring for my disciple. What does it have to do with you? If you don't like it, you can do the same to your grandson too."

He then regained the lovely smile. "Come on, Lola, take these pills. They will help you relieve fatigue."

The blush on Lola's face was reaching her ears. Stomping her foot, she complained, "Master, I'm not that weak. Besides, I had Matthew protecting me on the field. I'm perfectly fine."

"What did you say?" The way she called Matthew caused a subtle change in Skelemar's aura despite his unchanged expression.

The moment Matthew met Skelemar's gaze, he could feel a chill run down his spine, making him shiver.

What the hell does this mean? Am I in the wrong for protecting your beloved disciple?