Man With Super Medical Skill (Matthew) novel Chapter 2262

"Wow, Matthew is amazing!" Following Easton's roar, all the disciples of the hidden sect rushed into the arena and lifted Matthew high into the air. Their laughter and cheers filled the air, creating a lively atmosphere.

Looking at those energetic youngsters, the judges from the CAUMP and the guards from the Martial League couldn't help but smile. If it hadn't been for Matthew, this year's Holy Doctor Competition would have become a laughingstock of others.

In the audience, a few were disappointed and dejected, while a lot of them were cheering and feeling excited.

"Hahaha, we're rich! We're rich!"

"I told you to bet on him, but you didn't listen. Do you regret it now?"

"Oh, what bad luck. If only I had betted on Matthew earlier."

Inside the VIP viewing room, the gloomy Manager Baeddan crushed his wine glass with his hands while reprimanding, "What a bunch of useless people. I've spent so many resources from Emsgate, yet I've gotten such a group of losers in the end. They were so close. So very close. Our plan would have succeeded if only you guys were more capable."

While scolding the participants from his own country, he smashed all the objects in the room. Meanwhile, the service staff outside the door were so frightened that they fled from the scene.

On the other hand, Aurelius shook his head in silence. He had heard these people boasting so much before the competition and thought they had some ace up their sleeves. But it turned out to be all talk but no talent. He had been looking forward to this for so long, but it was all in vain. Bah, they were all useless!

At the top floor of CAUMP headquarters, Rhett was lying on the sofa, looking tired.

After rubbing his throbbing temples, he closed his eyes. The matters concerning the CAUMP had piled up like a mountain.

If someone were to hear Dylan's words, they might lash out at him for being pretentious. As a previous champion of the Holy Doctor Competition, he had surpassed all his peers, and as the founder of the Circulation and Meridian-Connecting Technique, he had also opened up a new field of medical expertise.

It was said that all the students under Rhett willingly called Dylan their junior master. How could someone like that say he had limited talent and no interest in medicine?

Upon hearing Dylan's words, Rhett could only shake his head helplessly. His senior disciple was exemplary in every aspect, except for his stubborn temper. Once he made up his mind, it was nearly impossible to change it. If Dylan had gone out and established his own sect, his achievements would not be inferior to Rhett's.

However, Dylan only wanted to stay with him and had been doing it for decades. As time passed, the master and disciple now had gray hair.

After a short rest, Mr. Wyatt returned to work. "Have you investigated the organization behind the attack on the board of seniors?"