Master of Medicine The Saintly Healer

Looking down at the ground, Noah saw a severed arm lying there. Blood was oozing from the raw end, and the hand was still gripping the gun tightly.

A sharp and excruciating pain hit him just then. The electrifying pain almost caused him to faint, and only now did he realize his arm was gone.

Only half a stump remained, and blood was gushing out like an open faucet.

Matthew raised the knife to his neck and asked, “What organization are you from? Why do you want Medieval Medicine? Who are you?”

Noah was trembling in pain, and beads of sweat appeared on his forehead. Gritting his teeth, he said, “Y–You’re in big trouble! Don’t think you’re so tough. You won’t leave this room alive.”

With a swish, Matthew swung the knife in his hand, and one of Noah’s ears fell off.

He let out a piercing scream. His only arm was clutching his severed limb and unable to cover his ear. “I’ll talk! My name is Noah Sullivan. I can’t bear the pain anymore. Please don’t hurt me again!”

Matthew uttered coldly, “You speak of pain? Did you ever consider the pain of those whose organs you sold?”

Noah was quivering. “I–I administer anesthesia. They don’t feel pain. I can’t take it anymore, please.”

They don’t feel pain? Matthew glanced around and spotted a medicine shelf stocked with various drugs, including an analgesia pump which seemed to still have medication in it,

He grabbed it and walked back to Noah. “I’ll give you this analgesic and then punch you 300 times. Let me know if it

hurts or not.”

Noah was terrified, well aware that Matthew could kill him with just a single punch. 300 punches would certainly turn him into pulp.

“No, don’t! Please, it hurts so much. It’ll kill me. Please spare me!”

Matthew’s voice remained cold as he said, “Didn’t you say it wouldn’t hurt with painkillers?”

Petrified, Noah shouted, “But it’ll kill me! I don’t want to die. Your punches are too powerful. Please, don’t hurt me. If you do, the Heretic Medic will come out from the other room and kill you!”

Matthew’s expression remained frosty, even at the mention of a mysterious “Heretic Medic“. He plunged the analgesia pump into Noah’s thigh.

The needle only hit his muscle and not his vein, so it wouldn’t help in relieving any pain.

Just as Noah opened his mouth to speak, a punch landed on his chest.

The sound of breaking ribs echoed, and Noah let out a blood–curdling scream.

Another punch fell. Noah’s stomach cramped up, and he couldn’t help but vomit.

Before he could even take in a breath, punch after punch rained down. At first, Noah screamed, but his cries grew weaker until finally there was only silence.

All that was left was his twitching body. Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

After repeated punches, Noah was a bloody, unrecognizable mess.

The other men were stunned by this scene. They cowered in the corners while watching in horror.

Matthew stood up and glanced back. The men looked away, not daring to meet his eyes,

Just then, a door leading into another room creaked open.

Out stepped a man in his jos with long hair, wearing glasses and a white coat.

He saw the mess on the floor but showed no surprise at all.

His expression was unchanged as he asked in a cold voice, “All this noise is disturbing my research. Do you all have a death wish?”

Upon his appearance, the men in the room all fell to their knees, visibly trembling

“Heretic Medic, it wasn’t us. It was him,” one sai

“one said as he pointed at Matthew.

The others quickly chimed in. “Heretic Medic, he’s the one causing trouble, not us. He wants to take the child, your research subject. You mustn’t let him!”