The Great Medical Saint (Matthew)
Chapter 249

Rachel was stunned. She smirked. "That proves that you're a good doctor, but not a good businessman. Your friend was unfortunate."

Matthew's eyelid twitched. Surely, she was provoking him on purpose. He glanced at her. Her chin was raised, and she'd puffed out her chest. As expected, she was teasing him.

For an inexplicable reason, his heart filled with joy. She used to be so cold, but now, she was more enthusiastic.

Rachel felt his gaze on her. She reverted to her usual cold demeanor and said, "Go to Zen Coffee House."

Matthew nodded and turned on the signal with his left hand while shifting into gear with his right. As he did so, he took the opportunity to stroke Rachel's thighs, which were covered with her black stockings. Rachel yelped. "You bastard! What are you doing?"

Matthew smiled. "Sorry. I accidentally grabbed the wrong thing while shifting into gear."

Rachel gnashed her teeth, glaring at him. He'd obviously done it on purpose. How dare he cop a feel while driving?

Matthew pretended not to notice. He focused on driving completely as he moved toward Zen Coffee House. They went upstairs together.

The place was decorated beautifully. There were flowers and plants in pots on the wooden tables. Some jazz music was playing in the background. All in all, it was a serene environment smack dab in the middle of a city. They sat down at a seat near the window. Just then, Matthew's phone rang. It was Silas. He picked up immediately. "What's wrong?"

Silas was talking in a panicked voice. "Come here quickly. Someone wants to seize the clinic."

Seize the clinic?

Matthew stood up. "I'm coming right over!"

Rachel frowned. "Where are you going?"

Matthew rushed out. "There's trouble at my friend's clinic. I'm going to help him with it."

Was he going to leave her there by herself just for his friend's clinic?

Rachel stopped him quickly. "We still have matters to settle here. That clinic is worth nothing. Don't go!"

Matthew shook his head and said steadfastly, "I have to go. Don't worry, I'll be back in a jiffy."

That clinic was Silas' beacon of hope in the darkness. Matthew didn't dare to think about whether Silas would be able to get himself together again if he lost the clinic.

It wasn't just a clinic. That was Silas' lifeline, and also the Gugleni Sect's hope of getting passed down.

Matthew rushed downstairs. Rachel watched him leave, shaking her head. "Is a clinic really worth getting so worked up over? He really doesn't know what things matter the most."

At Peace Clinic, Jensen pointed at the health license on the wall. "Take it down."

His employees began carrying a stool over so that they could take it down. Meanwhile, the three patients in the clinic were scared out of their wits. They rushed out and watched from outside.

Silas was speaking anxiously. "We only just opened for business, and we've just been inspected. How can we fail the inspection test?"

Jensen said coldly, "My word is final. It fails if I say that it fails. You have no right to speak against me!"

This was not Silas' first time encountering this problem. He was so furious that he could hardly control himself.

He'd run into so many instances like this before. Someone had even framed him, and he'd lost everything trying to pay up.

Now, he'd finally bumped into someone willing to help him and open up a new clinic, but something terrible was happening the very next day.

He couldn't help roaring in anger,

"Can't you at least be civil? At least

tell me why I failed the test! That's how I'll be able to fix it! You can't just tell me that I failed the inspection and leave!"

Jensen looked at him in disdain. "What are you yelling for? My words are final. Do you not like it? Very well. You shall be fined 500 thousand- dollars for failing the health inspection standards and opening a clinic without sticking to proper protocol."