The Great Medical Saint (Matthew) novel Chapter 896

Jerome immediately pulled out his phone. "I'll make the call now. They'll be dealt with right away."

As he spoke, he dialed a number and called the disciplinary department.

Javier, now trembling with fear, crawled over to Jerome and clutched his legs, pleading desperately, "Please! Don't make the call, Mr. Murray. Out of consideration for Sarah, have mercy on us."

Jerome's expression darkened, his voice laced with warning. "The relationship you're talking about is purely professional. Don't you dare twist it into something else."

Javier looked up at Jerome, begging, "Please, give us a way out."

Jerome had encountered foolish people before, but Javier had set a new standard for stupidity. "Why are you begging me? You've offended him, not me. Beg him if you want to live."

It took Javier a moment to realize what Jerome meant—everything depended on Matthew's decision. Realizing this, Javier turned and crawled toward Matthew again, kneeling before him. "Please, have—"

Before he could finish, Matthew's leg lashed out like a whip, striking Javier square in the face.

With a loud thud, Javier's body stiffened before he crumpled to the ground, unconscious.

Jerome, who had just ended his phone call, saw Javier sprawled out on the ground and couldn't help but feel a chill.

Even though he needed Matthew's help, his sheer audacity and disregard for consequences left Jerome uneasy.

Matthew noticed Jerome had ended his call and asked, "How long until they arrive?"

Jerome hesitated for a moment before replying. "Should be in about 20 minutes."

He added, "You mentioned helping someone apply for a medical license. Did they bring their ID and a photo?"