The Great Medical Saint novel Chapter 337

After saying that, Gideon's energy was spent. He gradually lowered his arm, the phone slipping out of his hands. He clutched at his chest, staring at the wound as if it were a portal to the afterlife.

After goodness knows how long, he closed his eyes. When he opened them again, he was blinded by the bright lights of the surgical ward. He squinted.

He turned his head slightly, seeing an old man with a head of white hair next to him. He was dressed in a white coat and was taking off his gloves.

Gideon wanted to call out to him, but he could only manage a whispering croak. "Mr. Miller…"

Barrett Miller glanced at Gideon. "If I hadn't come in time, you would have been dead by now. Who dares to provoke the Genesis Sect in this way? Does he have a death wish?"

Gideon's lips and mouth were dry. He licked his lips and said, "I only know that one of them is called Silas Solomon. Silas would know what the other man is called.

"When you left, sir, you said you were going to find someone called Matthew Grant. You said his medical skills were good enough to be part of Genesis Sect. Have you found him?"

Barrett shook his head. "I just learned where he worked. That was when you called. Don't talk for now and just tend to your wounds."

Meanwhile, in Wealthwave Group, Matthew and Silas took the elevator ride up. Silas was quiet as if pondering something.

Matthew could guess what was on Silas' mind. "Do you like the Genesis Sect's medical theory?"

Silas hesitated and nodded. "Since young, I always wondered why traditional medicine and modern medicine never crossed paths or attempted to work together. Even if they had different beliefs, one could support the other.

"When I was a kid, I always thought that the medicines we got when we had the flu were to treat the virus. But, eventually, I learned that flus go away on their own. Our bodies can fight the virus naturally.