The Great Medical Saint novel Chapter 542

Trevor could feel the gravity of the situation with what Brad had said, so he stepped hard on the gas pedal and sped through the roads once again.

In a room on the basement's first floor of Clearwater Psychiatric Hospital, Matthew wielded the Apex Blade in one hand as he stared at Horace.

He had to admit that Horace's presence was very imposing—the latter had an upright posture, white hair, youthful features, and eyes as sharp as an eagle's.

Horace was shocked to see Dallas in such a pitiful state. His clothes were almost fully stained with blood, and his hands were injured while his face bore a swollen bruise. Dallas' voice was also so weak that it was almost inaudible.

Horace's face carried a trace of shock. He never thought there'd be anyone who could pull off something so vicious! He then looked at Matthew with a frosty glare.

"Did you do this?"

Matthew casually replied, "I did."

Upon hearing his response, Horace narrowed his eyes sharply. "Don't you know that he's my nephew? I've mentioned it before."

Matthew then said, "I do."

In an instant, Horace's expression twisted ferociously. "So, you did this to him knowing that he was my nephew?"

Matthew then replied coldly, "Don't you know what he's done?"

Horace spoke with a chill. "This is a hospital to cure people of their illnesses, so if anything were to happen, it'd at most be a doctor-patient dispute. I don't care what he's done, but I'm here to back him up!"

Matthew then pointed at Dallas and said, "He took a perfectly healthy man into the psychiatric hospital and forced the man to become a psychiatric patient using the medications here! Does this count as curing people of their illnesses?"

Horace froze for a while. He never expected Dallas to do something like that, but he still roared in dissatisfaction, "I don't care what happened between the both of you, but you can't hurt him in front of me!"

At that, Matthew burst into fury. "Why not?"

He had thought that Horace would feel at least shocked or guilty when he learned of the truth.

After all, anyone would get angry if they heard that a doctor had tortured a perfectly healthy person into a psychiatric patient.

But Horace didn't care at all. In his eyes, the injustice and misery other people had to face were all insignificant!

Horace looked at Matthew with much disdain as he said, "Why not? Because I'm the General of the Southern Army, and I've got 100 thousand soldiers in my command.

"My status is so powerful that even the mayor of Lambda City would have to bow down before me! You asked me why not, but isn't my name and status enough of a reason?"

Just then, the Apex Blade slid across Dallas' neck and drew fresh blood. In response, Dallas clutched onto his neck to stop the blood from flowing.