The Great Medical Saint

In truth, Sara had wanted to kill Matthew ever since he had hit her. However, she had to be discreet. There was no way she could accomplish that by herself in Lambda City.noveldrama

She could ask Hayden to kill Matthew, but she didn't want him to think of her as a ruthless woman.

However, Rachel was well-established in Lambda City. So Sara said, "Kill that chauffeur of yours, obviously."

Kill the chauffeur?

Rachel was stunned, then understood shortly that she meant Matthew. "He's slightly annoying, but killing him is probably taking it a bit too far."

Sara was disappointed by Rachel's tenderheartedness. Not willing to waste time on that matter, she asked, "Any updates on your investigation about Sawyer?"

Rachel picked up the documents and handed them over. "Here's the information on every Sawyer Solomon in Lambda City. Have a look."

At a glance, Sara locked on to the last elderly man, who was in his 70s. "This Sawyer, who is in his 70s, must be the one. His information is the closest match. You should drive tomorrow and take me along to scope him out."

...

The next day, after arriving at the office, Matthew learned that Rachel had gone out with Sara to search for Sawyer.

He read through the documents on the desk, then smiled. It was possible that Rachel didn't know that the Sawyer skilled in medicine was already dead. All the documents were about those who shared his name. There was no way these documents would lead Sara to Silas. He felt relieved. He didn't want anyone to bother Silas.

Then, he drove and headed to the clinic. When he arrived at the front of the clinic, he found it packed full of cars. There were no parking spaces available.

Matthew couldn't help thinking that it was odd. Traffic police often patrolled the front of the clinic and issued parking tickets, so almost no one dared to disregard the parking rules. He wondered what had happened. Inside the general clinic, several patients were waiting in line.

Silas was feeling the pulse of an old woman. After a long while, he lifted his hand. "You're completely fine. Your blood pressure is a bit high, but it's not a big problem."

The old woman placed a plastic bag

on the desk. The hospital

prescribed this medicine to me.

They said have to take it daily. It's very expensive. Along with the consultation fee, I spent overa thousand dollars."

Silas opened the bag, glanced inside, then handed it back. "You're already 85 years old. The function of your digestive system is declining, and your heart is also somewhat weak. If you take this medicine, you'll have heart problems soon.

"A blood pressure of 135 mmHg is a bit high, but that's normal. You told me you haven't been able to sleep lately, so it might be due to insomnia.

"Get some Schisandra and brew it at home. Eat less during the night. Walk for an hour every day. After three days, everything will be fixed."

The old woman was surprised. "I don't even have to take any medicine?"

With a smile, Silas said, "Your problems are minor. There's no need for any medication. Alright, you should head home now. Remember to walk slowly."

The old woman grinned. "That's great. I'm glad to hear that it's minor. I was scared when the hospital gave me so many pills. You're a good doctor. I'll come to you from now on."

Silas laughed. "I hope I don't see you again. If that happens, that means you've ignored my advice and haven't gone on more walks. I'll definitely scold you."

Smiling, the old woman responded, "I don't want to see you again, either. There are two people I would most like to avoid at this age. One is Hades. The other is a doctor." At her words, the patients waiting in line roared with laughter.

Silas was beaming. "With your mindset, I'm sure you'll stay healthy."

Then, the old woman was sent off.

Silas looked to the next patient, who was a young man with a sturdy build. He was wearing a pair of sunglasses. Silas asked, "You're having issues with your eyes?"

The man in shades said, "Nothing is wrong with my eyes. I... My father is unwell... But he can't come here. I would like for you to make a house call. Come to my house and treat my father."

The man's speech was stilted. He sounded like he was used to speaking in dialect and had only just learned the standard language.

Silas shook his head. "I'm sorry. I don't make house calls."

The man took out a wad of cash and

slammed it on the desk. "A house call won't take up too much of your time. It will be 30 minutes, at most. I'll pay you 10 thousand dollars for the house call, excluding treatment expenses!"