Master of Medicine The Saintly Healer

Chapter 124

Smell it? Shane visibly relaxed. He was fine as long as he didn’t have to drink the strange concoction. But looking at the steaming pot of dark liquid, he grew dubious again.

He had facial paralysis, not a sinus infection or anything of the sort. Thus, he was skeptical about the fact that his illness could be cured by merely inhaling the smell.

“Forget it. I’ve never heard of curing an illness by just smelling something. That’s too absurd.”

Jeffrey intended to have Matthew make a fool out of himself, though. Smiling, he persuaded Shane. “Mr. Wright, give him a chance. Even if it doesn’t cure your illness, at least he’ll give up.”

As he spoke, he shot a knowing look at Shane.

Shane nodded. “Fine. I’ll just do it to kill time.”

He leaned over the pot, bringing his face close to the steam rising from the boiling rotten leaves. The smell wasn’t strong. The steam, however, was searing hot.

Once his face was enveloped in hot steam, he immediately jerked his head up.

“I can’t do this. It’s too hot!”

“This is your only chance to be cured. Otherwise, taking medication will leave you with permanent issues–your features will become crooked. It’s up to you,” Matthew chimed in.

Crooked features? Seeing how grave Matthew looked, Shane thought he didn’t look like he was joking.

A wave of horror washed through him. He couldn’t believe that he’d possibly end up having a crooked face for the rest of his life. How could he look people in the eye like that?

Once again, Shane leaned his face over the pot to inhale the smell wafting from the steam.

Time passed as Jeffrey scowled at Matthew from the couch. He nearly snickered aloud. How could smelling rotten leaves possibly cure an illness? Matthew was definitely pulling his leg!

He was certain that Matthew would make a fool of himself after 30 minutes.

Rachel looked at Matthew with her brows drawn into a tight knot. She was aware that his medical skills were

exceptional, but this particular method was just too bizarre. She had lost all hope as well.

Meanwhile, Shane was sweating profusely from the steam. The heat was unbearable. He wanted to halt the treatment, but he forced himself to bear it since there were only ten minutes left.

Time ticked away. With just a minute left, Jeffrey could wait no longer. “Mr. Wright, that’s it. Time’s up.”

Clad in sweat, Shane rummaged for a towel and wiped his face while complaining, “What the heck is this? I’m dying from the heat!”

Jeffrey rose from the couch. He couldn’t be bothered to check Shane’s condition, knowing that this treatment was nothing more than a joke. It wouldn’t work at all.

Striding up to Matthew, he began scornfully, “Dude, Mr. Wright smelled the rotten leaves for 15 minutes, and nothing happened. What do you have to say now?

“You better know your place, Matthew. You’re just a stupid driver. Do you really think you’re a doctor? Don’t be ridiculous.”

Matthew seemingly gave no heed to his words. He watched Shane’s expression intently.

Having wiped his face clean, Shane hurled the towel on his desk and glowered at Matthew.

“What the fuck was that? I’ve never believed in traditional medicine. Only traditional medicine could practice such an absurd treatment. You might as well get me to down buckets of salt water while you’re at it!

“Seriously, this is feudal superstition at its best. You’ve treated me like a fool, making me sweat all over. Do you think I have nothing better to do?

“Ms. Carter, it’s impossible for me to continue working with you. Leave now!”

Rachel sighed. As expected, she knew this method wasn’t going to work.

“Matthew, let’s go. There’s nothing else to do here.” Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.