The Great Medical Saint novel Chapter 448

The corner of Matthew's lips twitched in response. That was quite a stretch.

He didn't believe that these ten or so people could handle more than 100 guys. In the end, he decided not to hold any hope for them. It was still best to look out for himself.

He cleared his throat and asked, "Then, what will you do for now?"

Dominic smiled as he answered, "We have a professional schedule to follow, so that's a secret. Please don't try to get any information out of us.

"You don't have to worry, especially about your safety. Just do whatever you want and live as you normally do."

Then, Matthew smacked his lips and waved after his last question before he went to find Felix.

Pointing to the pile of medical literature, Matthew said, "I'll be taking this medical literature away today."

The wound on Felix's face seemed to have gotten worse. His nose was bruised, and his cheek was swollen, but he still appeared very lively.

"Sure! I'll use my motorized tricycle to send it over. There are too many books, so let's put them on the motorized tricycle. We're too slow!"

As Felix spoke, he pointed to Dominic and his group of men and signaled for Matthew to call them over to help.

Matthew looked at the pile of medical literature. It would indeed take a very long time if there were only two of them helping out, so he walked up to Dominic and said, "Dominic, come and help us put the old books onto the motorized tricycle."

Dominic swept a glance over the pile of books that resembled nothing more than rubbish. He soon noticed that there was a ton of dust on the books.

Some of the books had no cover pages, and they were stained with cobwebs and rat feces while other books were stained with oily substances.

It made Dominic frown, and he said, "Mr. Grant, these are all rubbish, so you should find a cleaner to help you.

"I'm a Major, and even the lowest of the ranks within my group are Captains. There's no way we would do this. Our mission is to protect you, not to help you sort out garbage or clean them up!"

Matthew sighed at his response. Of course. How could these wealthy second generations do manual labor?