The Great Medical Saint

Sara was relieved when she heard Andrew's words. "I'll wait for you. I'll be right at the entrance of Wealthwave Group.

He replied, "Be careful of your own safety. Don't run around. Just sit in the car and don't go anywhere."

Her tension eased when she found someone to support her. "Andrew, I'm hanging up now. Drive safely and take it slow on the road," she said before hanging up the phone.

Suddenly, a sharp pain shot through her buttocks, and she squirmed restlessly in her seat. When she sensed something was wrong, she slowly removed her pants to inspect the area for any cuts or bruises.

But it wasn't easy to check on that particular spot. She strained to twist her head back and stretch her neck, but she still couldn't see.

Then, she had an idea and used a mirror to get a better look at the area. She noticed that her buttocks were noticeably swollen, jutting out half an inch more than usual.

Her usually smooth and flawless skin was now intensely red and swollen. It looked so tender that it seemed like it might burst at the slightest touch. The large handprints were layered one over another, creating a dense, overlapping pattern. Sara gritted her teeth and hissed, "You'll regret this, Matthew! For every slap you gave me, I'll return tenfold. No, I won't use my hands since they will get sore. I'm going to use a whip."

The letters "S&M" flashed through her mind when she mentioned the whip.

She blushed, then corrected herself, "The whip's too good for you. I'm going to use a stick on you. I want you on your knees, with your ass in the air, so that I can give you a proper beating."

Her heart raced with an inexplicable excitement as she gazed at Wealthwave Group's entrance. She was brimming with anticipation as she waited for Andrew to arrive with his team.

In Wealthwave Group's break room, injured employees lay sprawled on the floor and couches, their groans of pain filling the space.

Matthew helped to straighten their bones and fix the splints one by one.

Zachary's injured arm was fixed with a splint, and he had it slung around his neck. He followed Matthew and said, "I didn't realize you had these skills. With my injury, I'd be looking at a hospital bill of a couple thousand dollars.

"But you've patched me up with just a few boards and bandages. You saved me quite a bit of money. Traditional medicine practitioners work wonders, though it's rare to come across them."

Matthew sighed. Even prestigious medical families with long-standing traditions had been brought down-some forced to close their doors, others killed or abducted.

For those still in traditional medicine, their futures seemed even bleaker. Hence, it was rare to see traditional medicine practitioners on the market.

Seeing that Matthew was silent,

Zachary continued, "Matt, it's a real waste for someone with your skills to be justa chauffeur. You should open a chiropractic clinic. You'd do welljust focusing on bone

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adjustments. Then, you'd be set for life."

Matthew chuckled and said, "I'll set your bones for you. But first, how about you give me some money? I must see if I can make a living out of this."

Zachary pulled out his phone with his right hand and said, "Here. Let me scan your PayPal code. I'm sending you 500 dollars."

Matthew glanced at Zachary, who was known for being frugal. Zachary never pinched pennies or skimped on eggs for his morning crepes, but now he was being so generous. He said, "Are you crazy? That's 500 dollars."

Zachary seemed to be quite emotional. "I'm not crazy. I'm giving you this money willingly."

Matthew didn't accept the money. "Why?"

Zachary choked up. "That's a long story. Let's not get into it."

Matthew continued working while saying, "Come on, tell me. We've got time to kill anyway."

Zachary cleared his throat. "I had a grandfather who was a soldier and fought on the battlefield. To save his village, he single-handedly drew the enemy away. Luckily, he survived. noveldrama

"Though he had several shrapnels, he stayed strong and healthy. He lived until he was 87 years old, walking independently and never needing anyone's assistance. "He received government assistance. At first, it was just a few dozen dollars, but it gradually increased. My grandfather got over 300 dollars a month when I was a kid.

"We never lacked money, but I didn't study hard, so I didn't achieve much. By the time my grandfather was over 80 years old, his pension had increased to 9,000. As for me, m just lazy and living a carefree life."