Master of Medicine The Saintly Healer

Chapter 138

Jenny stopped crying. Wiping her tears, she gathered her thoughts and began, “A man came to my clinic earlier. I checked his pulse and realized he wasn’t ill. Then, he said he was here to get medicine for his friend. He wanted the Seedsaver Potion.

“So I wrote the prescription down. The moment he saw the prescription, he demanded that I hand over Medieval Medicine.

“I said I don’t have it, then he told me that he had kidnapped Cosmo. If I don’t hand over the book in one day, he’ll livestream him extracting Cosmo’s kidneys. What should I do?”

Medieval Medicine? Matthew finally had a grasp of the situation. It seemed like these people were also after the ancient

text.

He was searching for it on behalf of Nicholas, but he was unsure of the motive of these people.

Remembering that the Red Wolves were also after the Medieval Medicine, he had an idea.

“Did the man look like a Eastorian?”

Jenny’s shoulders were still trembling from the aftermath of her breakdown earlier. She thought for a while and replied, “I couldn’t tell. But… he speaks in our accent.”

Matthew fell silent. He suddenly thought of something and inquired, “Where’s your brother? Are you certain that he’s been kidnapped?”

Jenny nodded. “His school called earlier to ask why he was absent. I’m certain that he’s been kidnapped. The man left his contact with me before he left. He told me to call him once I have Medieval Medicine.”

As she spoke, she nudged the plece of paper with the man’s number to Matthew.

Matthew frowned.

Noting his expression, Jenny grew anxious. “Is there no other way?”

Tears welled up in her eyes again, and she seemed like she was about seem even more mesmerizing.

Matthew comforted her. “I have a way. Let me call someone.”

Jenny nodded, looking at him with hopeful eyes.

cry. Her expression made her attractive looks

He called Ansel. “Have you seen Medieval Medicine from the Medieval Sect before?”

Ansel sat at a wooden table, the fragrance of tea lingering in the air around him.

He shook his head. “No, I’ve never seen it before.”

Matthew was speechless. “If you’ve never seen it before, would you be able to tell if I gave you a fake one?”

Ansel was astonished. The thought of Matthew giving him a fake copy of Medieval Medicine left him at a loss for words.

Finally regaining his composure, he questioned, “Would you give your mentor a fake copy?”

“Of course not,” Matthew answered promptly. “I want you to forge a copy of it. But you’ve never seen the real thing before, so how could you possibly forge a fake one?”

Realization dawned on Ansel. “That’s simple. When do you need it?”

Simple? Matthew thought Ansel didn’t understand the level of authenticity he required.

“I need a fake copy that is indistinguishable from the real one. No one can tell the difference unless the person has seen the real copy before. And this is urgent, I need it right now.”

Ansel contemplated for a while. “Can you give me a day? I will get it done by tomorrow.

Suddenly recalling something, Matthew quickly added, “It must also include the prescription for the Seedsaver Potion. I’ll send you a photo of the prescription.”

He took a picture of the prescription and sent it to Ansel.

Seeing that Jenny was still deeply upset after he hung up, he comforted her. “They probably wouldn’t harm a child.”

Jenny shook her head. The fear on her face was so palpable that it was as if she’d just seen something extremely terrifying.

Trembling, she murmured, “Y–You have no idea how cruel they can be. They killed my grandpa and my parents. They don’t give a damn about a child. Published by Nôv'elD/rama.Org.

“In fact, this is very dangerous. I’m very sorry for getting you involved in this.

“I–If you’re scared, you can leave. I won’t blame you. I don’t want more people to get involved. Too many people have died.”