The Great Medical Saint

Matthew realized that Rachel had misunderstood him. He knew the root of the problem was James' condition and had already thought of a solution. "Rachel, I have a way to cure her husband." A trace of surprise appeared in Rachel's eyes. But then, she remembered that James was comatose and became skeptical. "Are you... Are you serious?"

Jeffrey looked at Matthew as if he were an idiot. Curing a comatose patient was a challenge for the entire world. But Matthew sure had the audacity to boast.

Jeffrey suddenly became interested. "He claims he can wake up a comatose patient. Let's give him a chance to showcase his skills and enlighten us all," he said to Rachel. Rachel frowned. Unlike Jeffrey, she genuinely wanted Matthew to try.

Matthew had been able to cure Fred with his medical skills. Maybe this time, they would get a miracle again.

But then she lost confidence when she recalled that James was comatose. After all, it was a problem all doctors across the globe found nearly impossible to solve. She said weakly, "Alright, give it a try."

Matthew approached Leah. "Hello, my name is Matthew."

Still in despair, Leah screamed at Matthew, "Get out! I don't care what your name is. Leave! I don't want your money! I just want my husband to wake up!" Matthew looked at the distraught Leah and felt a hint of admiration. She didn't want money. She just wanted to save James. She was a good woman. If it had been Tessa, she would have chosen the money.Content © NôvelDrama.Org 2024.

He didn't mind Leah's yells and softly said, "I can save your husband." His words were gentle.

Leah reacted strongly. She grabbed Matthew's hand as if a dying person were clutching a lifeline. She used all her strength and held on tightly. Her voice trembled with excitement. "Are you serious? Can you wake my husband up?"

Matthew felt her fingernails digging into his hand. He frowned slightly but still nodded solemnly. "Yes. If you trust me, I can start treating him now." Leah pulled Matthew toward the ward. "I trust you. Thank you so much. Even if there's only a very slim chance, I'm willing to let you try. "Please, go ahead and treat him. I won't blame you if it doesn't work. I won't cause trouble." Tears flowed down Leah's face as she spoke. Matthew was touched. Her declaration of not causing trouble reassured him completely.

He walked toward James' bed, took a deep breath, and cleared his mind. He observed James, noticing the latter's dry hair and cracked lips. On the bedside table, there was a disposable paper cup half-filled with water. A cotton swab was placed across the mouth of the cup.

It seemed that it was used to moisten James' lips. However, James' lips were still cracked, which was abnormal.

After observing the lips, Matthew reached out and lifted the tip of James' nose. There was dry, hardened mucus in both nostrils.

When Matthew pried James' eyes open, he noticed the eye sockets were extremely dry as well.

The more Matthew observed, the more serious his expression turned. James' skin was also dry, and the skin on his face was also peeling. Everything confirmed Matthew's suspicions. The issue wasn't the medication or James' body.

It was the doctor's mistake. The willow bark extract used to treat colds and flu was often used as an antipyretic and anti-inflammatory medicine. However, its components were complex. As a traditional medicine, it shouldn't be used in certain conditions.

James had an imbalance of energy, which clashed with the medication's properties, leading to this problem.

The doctor who had prescribed the medication was clearly a modern medicine practitioner.

Having identified the cause, the solution was straightforward. Matthew drew a silver needle from his wristband.

He opened James' mouth and inserted the needle into his tongue.

With his arms crossed, Jeffrey was surprised to see Matthew use acupuncture. He hadn't expected James to be a doctor.

However, his surprise soon turned into mockery.

Even renowned traditional medicine doctors couldn't wake a comatose patient, let alone a young doctor in his 20s like Matthew. Jeffrey's face displayed eager anticipation of Matthew's failure.

Rachel watched anxiously. The idea of waking a comatose patient seemed absurd to her.