Man With Super Medical Skill (Matthew)
Chapter 2244 The Little Monk's Threat

Yahir first looked at Matthew's determined countenance, then at Rhett's serious expression. He couldn't help but worry.

"Mr. Wyatt, isn't it inappropriate?"

"It's fine. Let the young man give it a try." Rhett was firm with his decision.

Everyone knew his character. Once he made up his mind, it was impossible to dissuade him. So, there was no point in persuading him.

Everyone left the room, but the little monk remained still in his place.

"Little monk, you gotta leave."

Looking at Matthew's smiling face, the little monk remained calm with his hands clasped together. "Master Larson, the reason why my master told me to leave the mountain is to eliminate all the suffering in this world. And this virus brings a great disaster to the world. I am willing to accompany you, Master Larson, and walk on the path to the underworld."

Matthew smiled bitterly and shook his head. "I didn't expect you to be so observant."

"I'm flattered, Master Larson. And don't think of asking me to leave. Otherwise, I will reveal that you have a death wish."

"You're getting naughty. How can a monk threaten others?" Matthew shook his head with a bitter smile again. He didn't expect the little monk to discover the buried thoughts in him.

"Extraordinary times call for extreme measures. Please forgive me, Master Larson."

When the conversation between the two ended, the others, who were outside of the room noticed something was amiss.

Unfortunately, by the time they turned around, Matthew had taken a step forward and locked the door.

In a laboratory like this, once it was locked from the inside, outsiders would not be able to enter unless they broke the bulletproof glass.

"Matthew, why are you doing this?" asked Rhett with a withered smile. Although he didn't know what Matthew was going to do next, a faint sense of unease arose in Rhett's heart.

"Sir, if I explain my intentions, you will definitely disagree. So, I can only resort to this plan." Taking a deep breath, Matthew relaxed and continued. "Time is of the essence. During times of crisis, we medical practitioners should be selfless and save humanity. I hope you may forgive my decision."

He bowed and saluted. Meanwhile, Lola's eyes reddened. She didn't know what Matthew meant, but apprehension was suffocating her. She turned around and returned to the sickbed, quickly taking off her protective suit.

"Little monk, this is what you asked for. Don't blame me if I lead you down the path of the underworld."

Matthew spread a set of silver needles in front of him. A silent Paintaker took off his protective suit and stood opposite Matthew. "Matthew, I know that I'm nowhere as skillful as you are, but I should be able to assist you."

At this point, Matthew could only allow the stubborn little monk to assist him. Exercising his fingers, Matthew became more determined and confident.

There was no end to the medical path, and there was no rest in saving patients.

Even with the medical skills inherited from the divine physician-Christopher Larson-Matthew was not fully confident in replaceing the cause of this infection, let alone treating it.

If even he failed to replace the root cause of the virus, forget about Cathay, people around the world would need to face a catastrophe.

He gathered his spiritual power to his palms, and the silver needles flew and inserted in various acupoints of the infected body.