Man With Super Medical Skill (Matthew)
Chapter 3096 Mr Babington's Admiration

One thing that stood out with Leopold's trait was him keeping his word.

A few minutes later, a servant brought in a large tray. Although it was covered with white cloth, the constantly seeping blood and the shape beneath made Matthew guess what it was. "Take it away! My grandson is just recovering and shouldn't see blood!"

Leopold waved his hand in disgust, signaling the servant to take it away.

The other Babington Family members were also visibly disturbed by the bloody scene. After thanking Matthew, they hurriedly left.

Matthew, however, couldn't decline Leopold's repeated invitations and joined him at the table.

"Holy Doctor Larson, we are so lucky to have you here! At first, I thought Jonathan was exaggerating. But now I see he underestimated you. Your medical skills are unparalleled." After a few drinks and seeing his grandson's health improve, Leopold was in high spirits.

He now referred to Matthew as Mr. Larson instead of "Holy Doctor."

Matthew understood the change. No wonder Leopold had strongly supported him in treating Caspian. Someone had already spoken highly of him.

"Mr. Babington, you flatter me. I don't deserve such honor. There are always people better than oneself. I can't bear the title of 'unparalleled.""

The world of medicine is vast, and Matthew didn't dare claim to be the best.

For instance, Mr. Stewart from the Sacred Mount, who kept a low profile, had herb cultivation skills that Matthew couldn't match.

The more modest Matthew was, the more Leopold admired him. The man was unpretentious and relaxed but neither pretentious nor arrogant, all of which showed that Matthew was a promising one. As they discussed martial arts, Matthew Larson's unique insights impressed Leopold even more.

Upon learning about Matthew Larson's self-created martial technique, Leopold immediately dragged him to the training platform.

"Mr. Larson, come on. Don't hold back. Let me see what you've got."

Matthew felt a bit helpless; he had

come to treat a patient, not to spar But seeing Leopold's enthusiasm, he couldn't disappoint him.

"Mr. Babington, be careful!"

With a light shout, Matthew shot forward like an arrow, reaching Leopold in the blink of an eye.

As his arm shook, a strong wind swept across the platform.

Jonathan Harrowsen, who was watching, couldn't keep his eyes open due to the wind.

The next second, a muffled sound echoed in Jonathan's ears, and the ground beneath him started to shake.

Matthew didn't hold back at all.

From the moment he stepped ontt

the

he sensed Leopold's

formidable aura.

Even if he wasn't a grandmaster, he was very close to being one.

As the dust settled, the scene became clear again.

Although Leopold calmly withstood Matthew Larson's palm strike, his eyes were full of shock.

He had already held Matthew in high regard and didn't underestimate him during the exchange.

Even so, his arm was numb from the impact, and he had taken half a step back.

"Good! That strike has already touched the threshold of a grandmaster. I believe it won't be long before you break through that barrier Among the younger generation, those who reach your level are rare indeed. Hahaha, you have a bright future!"

The sparring ended as quickly as it began.

Leopold praised Matthew, clapped his hands, and the simple sparring session concluded.

After they left, Jonathan stood there in a daze, staring at the large indentation on the wall, unable to speak.

He knew Matthew was strong, but he never imagined he was this strong.