Man With Super Medical Skill (Matthew)
Chapter 3334 A Bunch of Blind Idiots

Tears rolled down Cole's cheeks, splattering onto Matthew's hand as they walked. Noticing the wetness and the hurt in Cole's eyes, Matthew felt a pang of concern.

He gently ruffled Cole's hair, comforting, "Don't let what those idiots say get to you. Because..." He glanced at the crowd, his expression hardening. "These people are just a bunch of blind idiots." Matthew radiated an intense aura, thickening the atmosphere with tension. His white attire appeared to sway on its own, creating an ominous presence as if he were the ruler of a bloody battlefield. Under his fierce gaze, the crowd turned pale, some looking ready to faint or lose control of their bladders from fear.

"What a bunch of losers-adults picking on a kid. Aren't you the real cowards here?" Matthew's voice cut through the murmurs, silencing everyone.

As no one mustered the courage to reply, he softly brushed away Cole's tears with his thumb before continuing to guide him into Willow Alley.

Inside, a line of men in vibrant attires stood at attention, giving off a serious and intimidating vibe. These guys were well acquainted with violence. However, Matthew didn't hesitate; he kept walking, confidently steering Cole into the valley. Unexpectedly, he turned to Cole and stated, "Here's a lesson for you-a barking dog doesn't bite. The ones who yap the loudest are usually too scared to do anything."

Cole looked a bit confused but nodded along. He thought, I can always ask Mr. Lawson later if I don't get it now. I can't make him look bad in front of everyone.

Those guys from the witch clan standing around began shifting their looks from anxious to angry, clearly realizing Matthew was calling them out. They understood that if they were going to confront, they should just get on with it instead of standing around like clowns.

Lastly, the leader of the witch clan

spoke up, his voice deep and commanding. "Alright, everyone, break it up." Though they were hesitant, no one dared to question

him n their clan, rules were everything.

Matthew led Cole to the entrance of the healing shop, where tables and chairs had already been set up. The chief healer stood waiting, hands clasped behind his back.

"You made it," the chief healer greeted.

"Yeah," Matthew replied nonchalantly.

"You really shouldn't have come," the chief healer warned.

Unfazed, Matthew shot back, "Too bad, I'm here now. So, how do you want to settle this?"

The chief healer sized him up. "Are we doing a theoretical debate, a practical challenge, or a healing contest?"

The theoretical debate would

compare their knowledge of herbs and ailments. The healing contest would involve treating patients side by side to see who did it better. The practical challenge would involve them tackling a tough case, With the

first to cure it declared the winner.

Matthew chuckled, looked back at the chief healer, and declared, "Let's do all three so you don't feel like I'm stacking the odds against you."

The chief healer's expression soured

at Matthew's arrogance. He thought,

How dare this kid act so cocky, thinking he could compete with someone who'd spent years honing their craft? en FindNovel

With a sneer, the chief healer responded, "Fine, but just don't cry when you lose, big shot from the Martial League!"