Man With Super Medical Skill (Matthew)
Chapter 3157 Reduced to a Tool

Lucius had a sly, cunning smile on his face his human power bank was in place, and they could begin. Just then, a border keeper approached from a short distance, still clad in his unchanging black robe and hood.

Lucius held a golden, glowing formation disk in his hand. "The program inside was set by our ancestors. All we need to do is inject a large amount of spiritual power into it, and the protective array around the mountain will regenerate."

Matthew's face darkened. The spiritual power he had expended earlier at Mr. Stewart's place hadn't yet replenished, and now this? But he had no choice; he owed them quite a lot.

Vast waves of spiritual power surged from Matthew's body, continuously pouring into the metallic formation disk.

Lucius and the border keeper also injected their spiritual power, but they quickly realized something. The power they injected wasn't as thick or as fast as Matthew's; instead, it was slow and thin. Instantly, the two men, who were considered top-tier experts in the world, couldn't help but lower their heads in embarrassment-how humiliating.

So, Matthew spent a full three days-injecting nimbus into Mr. Stewart's herbs by day and into the protective array around the mountain with Lucius by night. After just three days, Matthew felt as if his nimbus was teetering on the edge of exhaustion.

On the morning of the fourth day, he lay comfortably on a handcrafted wooden recliner, enjoying the warm noon sun. That day, both Mr. Stewart's herb garden and the protective array of Basha's Sacred Mount were fully restored, and he could finally relax. With his eyes closed, he reflected on recent events-Gadel had already begun organizing a slow retreat, and the battlefield had been buried.

As for Sasha's injuries, neither Mr.

Stewart nor Matthew had the slightest clue. Sasha's mental and physical state seemed perfectly fine. Matthew even started to doubt whether Sasha had truly lost her- memory. But considering Sasha's acting skills, if she were faking it, both Matthew and Mr. Stewart would have seen through it immediately. The day before, Matthew even suggested performing a craniotomy to take a look, which startled Sasha so much that she almost attempted to strangle him.

"You sure know how to enjoy yourself," Mr. Stewart said, dragging out a similar lounge chair and wobbling onto it. "What do you make of Sasha's condition?"

Matthew, basking in the sun, replied helplessly, "She doesn't trust me much. I can't just knock her out and cut open her skull, right? So, I'm planning to take her back to Hulwin this afternoon, let her rest a bit, and help her recover her memories." Mr. Stewart nodded. For a patient with amnesia, their daily life was often the most effective trigger for regaining their original memories.

"This whole situation has been such a big deal-hasn't your people said anything?"

Matthew shook his head. He understood what Mr. Stewart meant. This war had been the most brutal in years, with casualties reaching almost 300 thousand. Even after being reconditioned, the land outside the border was still faintly red.

What most terrified the international

community was the sight of

Matthew, without the Ghost Mask, wielding only the Bloodreaper as he rampaged across the battlefield. No one had expected Cathay to produce such a formidable individual, one who could be called a one-man army.

Some countries even issued statements condemning Cathay and accusing it of humanitarian crimes. But Cathay's Ministry of Foreign

Affairs didn't take these baselesnet

accusations lightly. They held a press conference that same day, firmly explaining Cathay's stance on

humanitarianism and friendliness.

'Cathay had always been filled with humanitarian care for friendly nations, but for those sneaky countries trying to stir up trouble, if they dared provoke us, we'd knock their heads off.'