Man With Super Medical Skill (Matthew)
Chapter 3180 Matthew's Descent Into Madness

In front of the Martial League building, Matthew appeared in a dusty, bloodstained shirt. Instantly, all eyes turned toward him, and everyone was shocked to see his condition. "President, what happened to you?"

"Mr. Larson, what's going on?"

As the members of the Martial League swarmed around him, forming a circle, Matthew lifted his head. His eyes were bloodshot, and his once-white teeth were now stained with blood.

"Now, I want all Martial League members to spread out and search for my wife, Sasha Cunningham. Contact the other cities and demand they send people to help. If anyone refuses, kill them. I'll take full responsibility for the consequences!" "Yes, sir!"

Everyone was stunned by Matthew's demeanor. Usually gentle and smiling, their president now seemed like a different person. His gaze alone was enough to make it clear that anyone who dared to say no might lose their head. Just as Matthew was about to personally lead the large-scale search, his phone rang.

"Mr. Larson, the Holy Monk, Paintaker, has fallen unconscious!"

The urgent voice on the other end made Matthew clutch his throbbing head in frustration, his already agitated mind growing even more restless.

"Alright, I understand."

Matthew barely managed to suppress his emotions as he muttered a few words before hanging up the phone.

Earlier, Paintaker had gone to the medical clinicon Matthew's behalf to treat those addicted to Night Vine, isolating them for detoxification. was a troublesome task that the monk had taken on for Matthew, and now that he was unconscious, Matthew had to go and oversee the situation.

Looking at the now-creased letter in his hand, Matthew's emotions, once overwhelmed by a complex mix of feelings, quickly gave way to rationality. Yet no one knew the extent of the pain he was suppressing inside. "Sylvan, stay with me," he said, taking a deep breath and forcing all his emotions deep down as he addressed Sylvan, who was walking over.

Since joining the Martial League,

Matthew knew that he was no

longer just himself. The responsibility weighing on his shoulders pressed down heavily him. In the past, Matthew might have dropped everything to search for Sasha, but now, with so many people relying on him, he couldn't be selfish. The detoxification treatment at the clinic couldn't be delayed for even a moment. Otherwise, those suffering from Night Vine's effects would sink further into its influence.

"Mr. Larson..." Sylvan looked at Matthew with concern, sensing something deeply wrong with him.

Noticing the worry in Sylvan's eyes, Matthew gave him a warm smile, one that seemed no different from his usual self.

But as he watched Matthew's retreating figure, Sylvan's worry deepened. He thought Matthew's smile lacked its usual warmth, filled instead with sadness. Not being able to personally search for his missing wife must have been tearing him apart inside.

As they got into the car, Sylvan hesitated before pulling out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket and handing it to Matthew. "Mr. Larson, if you feel like it... maybe have a couple. It might help you feel a bit better."

Normally, Matthew never smoked.

Even when Sylvan and the others smoked, Matthew would walk away. Sasha didn't like the smell of smoke, so he refrained from smoking and avoided getting the smell on himself. But this time, Matthew didn't refuse. He took the cigarette, and with a fliek of his fingers, a small flame ignited the tip. He placed the

cigarette to his lips and took a deep

drag.

Cough, cough, cough!

The harsh smoke and his unfamiliarity with smoking caused Matthew to cough violently. "Sylvan, this stuff is a real pain to smoke!"