The Great Medical Saint
Chapter 50

Matthew's eyes flashed with anger. He had already warned Jeffrey last night. Yet, Jeffrey had still shamelessly followed them to Lambda City. Matthew followed him into the building.

Jeffrey stood at the elevator entrance, waiting. When he noticed Matthew approaching, he mockingly said, "Matthew, Wealthwave Group is in trouble. Why aren't you helping out?" Matthew glanced at Jeffrey and remained silent. He stared at the elevator door without moving.

Irritated by the cold shoulder, Jeffrey became angry. "I forgot; you're just a driver. Even if the company falls apart, what could a mere driver do to help?"

Matthew's expression turned cold. "Who said I can't help?"

He could offer assistance, whether it was money or connections. But Rachel was capable of handling it herself, so he preferred not to interfere.

Jeffrey sneered. "You speak without knowing your limits. How can you help? With your driving skills? Matthew, people must be self-aware.

"What matters most when searching for a partner is that they are well-matched. You have no family background and no abilities. You can't live off someone else forever! Back out while you can!" Matthew's anger flared. "Jeffrey, don't push too far. I don't want to cause trouble, so I advise you not to provoke me!"

Jeffrey retorted disdainfully, "What can you do if I provoke you? Let me tell you, if it hadn't been for Rachel, you would've been dealt with by now. Do you think you'd still be standing here, talking to me?" Was that a threat?

Suddenly, Matthew's gaze sharpened, and he exuded an intimidating air. He resembled a beast about to explode.

Just then, the elevator dinged, and its doors opened. Rachel walked out with several employees.

Matthew's imposing demeanor vanished as he shot a cold glance at Jeffrey without saying a word.

Jeffrey was startled; he had thought that Matthew was about to attack him. When he saw Matthew back down, he snorted disdainfully.

It turned out that Matthew was just a coward!

Rachel noticed Jeffrey and was slightly surprised. "What brings you here?"

Jeffrey smiled. "I heard that you'd encountered a problem. You're an old classmate of mine, and I happened to have a contact who could help, so I came over."

Rachel frowned. The company had just encountered problems, yet Jeffrey already knew about them. He had shown up uninvited and was overly enthusiastic.

She couldn't directly refuse, so she said, "Thanks, but there's no need for help. It's a small issue; we can handle it."

Jeffrey smiled and answered, "How about this? I'll come along. There's strength in numbers."

Tracy, who was next to her, knew that Rachel didn't have a good solution and was just holding on. "Thank you, Mr. Smith. Let's all go together," she chimed in.

Rachel glared at Tracy. She had no choice but to agree. "Alright, let's all go to the hospital then."

Rachel, Tracy, Jeffrey, and a few other executives from Wealthwave Group headed to the hospital together. The group had a total of about a dozen people.

Upon reaching the inpatient building, the group was about to head upstairs when Jeffrey suddenly said, "Discussing business matters with a large group can be chaotic and make the other party anxious. "Let's just take a few people. Three to five should be enough. The others can wait downstairs."

Rachel nodded and asked Tracy to follow. The HR manager, Jared Davis, and Jeffrey followed as well, making it four people in total.

Matthew was slightly worried, so he said, "I'll go with you."

Jeffrey coldly responded, "What could a driver like you do up there?"

Rachel was feeling overwhelmed at the moment. "Just wait for me downstairs."

Matthew had no choice but to stop. Upon seeing Jeffrey's smug expression, his eyes flickered with anger. But there was nothing more he could do.

After the elevator left, he walked around and found the stairs in the back. Then, he slowly made his way up the stairs.

On the fifth floor of the hospital, in the special care ward, a patient was hooked up to various machines, receiving oxygen and IV fluids.

At the door, three children were in tears. A woman in her 40s paced anxiously, like an ant on a hot pan.

Leah Anderson felt like she was about to collapse. Her husband, James Dawson, had only caught a cold. Yet, after he had been given a certain intravenous injection, he had unexpectedly become comatose. Looking at her young children, Leah felt as if the sky was about to fall.

Just then, the elevator doors opened, and Rachel led her group out.