Master of Medicine The Saintly Healer

“You should ask him for the Tiger Seal directly,” Ivan said. “If you can’t get it from him, then there’s nothing more I can do to assist you.”

Matthew nodded. “Alright, let’s go. You lead the way.”

20 minutes later, Ivan stood in Vanguard Hotel Square and pointed at the building’s entrance. “Vincent lives on the 18th floor, room 1808.”

Matthew frowned. “He lives in a hotel?”

Ivan nodded. “Yes, he’s been staying at this hotel. He’s rented out an entire floor.”

“Once you get off the elevator, just ask for Vincent-”

Matthew interrupted, “You lead the way. I need to hear from Vincent himself that he has the Tiger Seal before you can leave.”

Ivan’s face betrayed his fear. He looked as if he wanted to say something. But meeting Matthew’s gaze, he quickly agreed. “Okay, I’ll lead the way.”

Matthew couldn’t shake the feeling that something was amiss, so he stayed extra vigilant.

As the elevator slowly ascended, Ivan’s expression darkened while his two henchmen grew paler.

They looked as if they were marching toward their doom.

Finally, they reached the 18th floor, and the elevator doors slid open.

The first thing Matthew noticed was the floor’s dim lighting. Seeing Ivan hesitating to step out, he kicked him out.

The two henchmen instantly collapsed inside the elevator. Matthew ignored them and stepped out of the elevator.

As the elevator doors slowly closed behind him, the light from inside the elevator gradually vanished, making the surroundings even darker.

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security guard approached them with a baton in hand. He eyed them warily and said, “You’re in the wrong place. You need to leave immediately.”

Matthew pointed at Ivan. “He’s here to see Vincent.” Belonging © NôvelDram/a.Org.

The guard glanced at Ivan. “There are no appointments today. Get lost! Otherwise, I won’t be polite.”

Ivan stepped back, pointing at Matthew in accusation. “H–he forced me to come.”

With a sneer, the guard swung his baton at Matthew’s head.

A cold glint flashed in Matthew’s eyes. Before the baton struck, he kicked the guard in the stomach.

The guard’s towering figure flew backward as if struck by a speeding car. He crashed into the corridor wall before collapsing motionless to the ground.

Witnessing this, Ivan trembled in fear. The guard probably had no chance after that heavy kick.

Matthew commanded Ivan, “Let’s go, you lead the way.”

Ivan muttered in acknowledgment and proceeded down the dimly lit corridor. He stopped when they reached room

1808. 1808.

Ivan turned to look at Matthew before nervously knocking on the door.

The knocking echoed through the empty corridor.

Soon enough, the door creaked open, revealing Vincent with a crew cut and in peculiar attire.

Upon seeing Ivan, he paused momentarily before asking, “Did you get Medieval Medicine?”

Ivan stepped back, pointing at Matthew. “He’s here to get the Tiger Seal. I–I didn’t want to come, but he threatened to k–kill me. I had no choice.”

Vincent was surprised. He glanced at Matthew before turning to Ivan. “He wants to kill you, you say? Do you think I wouldn’t?” he asked coldly.

Ivan stood rigid, silent with fear.

Vincent snorted coldly, then said to Matthew, “The Tiger Seal represents a division within the medical association. Do you even have medical skills? Why should I give you the Tiger Seal?”

Matthew hadn’t expected him to know about the divisions within the medical association.

He replied, “The Tiger Seal belongs to my mentor. I’m a doctor, naturally versed in medical skills.”

Vincent’s eyes suddenly lit up. “So you’re the successor of the Medieval Aureate Sect? Excellent. I’ve finally found the rightful owner.”

With that said, he clapped his hands three times–the sound echoing throughout the corridor.

Suddenly, two burly men with fierce expressions emerged as the adjacent door swung open.

Pointing at Matthew, Vincent instructed the two men, “Tie him up and throw him into the water for a day.”

He added, “You should only fish him out when he agrees to write down the prescription.”