The Great Medical Saint novel Chapter 298

Silas poured a cup of coffee and handed it to Matthew.

His hand froze in mid-air as he heard Matthew's words. "W-What do you mean?" he asked. "Am I being targeted? Am I really that important?"

Matthew took the cup and said with a smile, ''You're like a hot ticket item right now, and everyone wants a piece of you."

Silas shot him a glare and said, "You're quite the smooth talker. Spill it. Who's after me, and what do they want?"

Matthew shook his head and replied, "I'm not a mind reader. I have no idea what they're up to."

Silas felt that Matthew was being too casual, almost as if he were joking. "You're not just messing with me, are you?" he asked.

Matthew pointed to the cars parked outside and said, "See those? Those cars have been stationed outside your clinic the whole time. I initially thought they might belong to Rhett's people, but now I don't think so."

Silas jumped up, staring in shock at the cars outside as thought it was the first time he was seeing them.

Matthew waved his hand with a smile and said, "Why are you so worked up? It's enough just to be aware."

Realizing he had overreacted, Silas slowly sat back down and anxiously asked, "What should we do? Maybe we should leave. I want to be a doctor, but I want to stay alive more."

Matthew, however, was less concerned. He said, "These people don't seem like they're here to kill you. They're not foolish enough to be so obvious. It might be something else."

As they were talking, the doors to one of the cars outside opened. A man in his 30s, Joel Warren, stepped out of the car and walked directly toward the clinic.