The Great Medical Saint novel Chapter 582

Jerome gazed at Matthew intensely. "Word has it that someone wants to get these medicines covered under the health insurance plan. Basically, that means these medicines might resurface in the hospital.

"If these meds get into the hospital, it'll be the end of other similar meds. So, we can't allow them to be produced."

As Matthew kept listening, he was more and more shocked. These people were out of their minds. They only thought about making a profit with the meds instead of curing the illness.

All they looked into was making a profit. To make matters worse, they resorted to any means necessary, even straight-up stealing the formula.

Seeing Matthew's expression darkened, Jerome coaxed with a smile, "I've filled you in on the whole story, Dr. Grant. I really hope you'll drop the idea of getting the formula back."

Matthew scoffed. "What if I decide not to back down?"

Jerome's expression turned solemn. "Just a heads up. An important person is coming over. He's not going to be as nice as I am.

"If you're set on getting the formula back, you might not make it out of this room. Worse yet, Wealthwave Group might get kicked out of Lambda City. You'd better think it through."

Matthew coldly replied, "It might not necessarily be me who can't make it out of here in one piece."

This fool… Jerome frowned. "Don't take this the wrong way. You're just a doctor with no power or influence. The person showing up is a big shot. He can easily kick you out of Lambda City with his word."

The sound of footsteps came from outside at that moment.

Jerome hurriedly warned Matthew, "Keep my words in mind, Dr. Grant. You can't take on the person who's coming soon. When he gets here, don't bring up the formula at all."

Just as Jerome wrapped up his sentence, a man in his 40s opened the door and stepped into the room. He sported a white shirt and gold-rimmed glasses, exuding an air of authority.

Seeing the newcomer, Jerome enthusiastically walked up to him. "You're finally here, boss."

The newcomer snorted. "You're useless. Can't you just send him away? If you can't, just have him cuffed and taken away. How hard is that?"

Standing up, Matthew turned to the newcomer and asked, "Are you planning to haul me off in handcuffs?"

The newcomer was taken aback when he spotted Matthew, looking like he'd seen a ghost.