The Great Medical Saint novel Chapter 587

Matthew coldly remarked, "Your actions stopped the production of Liverlight Pill. By snatching away the formula, you practically damaged the foundation of traditional medicine. You're just digging your own grave, and you deserve it."

Upon hearing that, Levi found himself drenched in cold sweat, wishing he could undo his actions. Still, Levi didn't want to take the blame.

"It's not my fault for damaging the practices of traditional medicine. Newspapers, magazines, and even some TV shows claim that traditional medicine is just a placebo and a product of ignorance.

"The theory and foundation of traditional medicine is merely superstition with no scientific evidence. How can you expect me to believe in traditional medicine?"

Matthew slammed on the brake and turned around to glare at Levi. "Are you not thinking it through, or are you just clueless? These are the narratives people are pushing. They deliberately slander and undermine traditional medicine.

"The general population might struggle to discern the truth, so they just go along with public opinion. After all, they don't have enough information. But you're the deputy mayor of Lambda City, and you actually buy into the idea that traditional medicine is useless?"

After being insulted as a fool, Levi's face turned red. As the deputy mayor, Levi didn't like being talked down to and shot back, "It's not that I believe it, but the public opinion is pretty strong on this."

Matthew coldly grunted. "Have you tried cryotherapy?"

Levi nodded. "I've tried cryotherapy. It takes care of my shoulder pain. As soon as my shoulder hurts, I'll go for it."

Matthew snapped, "Like you said, you go for cryotherapy for shoulder pain. That means you still believe in traditional medicine. So, why are you undermining traditional medicine?

"Let's be real. You're just greedy for money. You will do anything they ask you to for cash. If Mr. Lancaster dies, you'll be the one responsible for it."

Levi's expression turned grim as he stammered, "I-I…" He had a hard time coming up with an excuse to explain his actions.