The Great Medical Saint novel Chapter 521

The door broke apart with a snap, scattering pieces of wood on the floor. The scene inside the room came into full view of Matthew.

There were three people in the room. One of them was a man in his 40s. He dressed in a suit and tie, with spotless leather shoes. He was sitting on the couch with a cigarette between his lips.

Then, there was a man in his 30s, wearing a white coat and holding a whip. Beside him, an old man in his 60s lay on the bed with his hands and feet secured tightly.

The old man was naked, and his body was riddled with wounds. Some of the new scabs had started to bleed once more.

Fresh whip marks were streaked across his chest, with the skin torn open and the flesh visible. The scene was truly disturbing.

Matthew merely glanced at it, and he felt his skin crawl. The 40-year-old man eyed the broken pieces of wood on the floor and turned to the intruder. He showed no signs of panic.

He shouted at the man holding a whip, "Is this how you manage the psychiatric hospital, Pablo? Did a patient break in, or is he a new doctor? Throw him out of here."

Pablo Holmes turned and walked toward Matthew with his whip. "Even if you're a patient, you must know the rules, right? How dare you come to the basement's first floor? Are you itching for a beating?"

Watching Pablo walk over slowly with a whip, Matthew looked at him as if he were a dead man. Matthew would never go easy on the members of the Red Wolves.

"If you've got a death wish, I'm happy to oblige."

Did Pablo think he could take Matthew out?

Wielding his whip, Pablo snapped, "Not a single patient in this entire psychiatric hospital dares to talk to me like that! Those who do clearly haven't learned their lesson yet.

"You must be out of your mind. I'll make sure you cry out loud for your mommy and daddy—"

Matthew suddenly delivered a sharp kick to Pablo's abdomen. With a thud, Pablo was sent flying for more than 6 feet before crashing to the floor. Then, he clutched his chest and writhed on the floor.

The cigarette fell from Dallas Wood's lips as he stared at Matthew in shock. "You're not a patient here. Who are you?"

Matthew coldly replied, "You may not know who I am, but I know who you are. You're with the Red Wolves."

Dallas' expression changed drastically, looking like he'd seen a ghost. "How do you know?"