The Great Medical Saint (Matthew) novel Chapter 912

Dean, Drew, Dustin, and Graeme hauled Pierre away. As Pierre struggled to break free, he was blabbering all the foul language imaginable.

He fought back like a 50-year-old woman, laying into the security guards' mothers with all kinds of insults.

As the patients and their families walked by, they shook their heads at this sight. "This person's gone too far. The things he said are horrible."

"Is he really a doctor? He has no manners at all."

"A hospital is meant to help people, not for spitting out all these awful insults. It just drags the whole place down."

"He must've lost his mind. I've never heard anyone swear like that."

The four security guards looked exasperated as if they had been hit with a ton of bricks. They hurried into the elevator.

As the elevator doors closed, they let go of their hands and dropped Pierre on the floor, making the elevator shake.

Pierre clenched his teeth in pain.

"Fuck—" He was still cursing when one of the guards kicked him in the mouth.

Pierre was swearing when the kick interrupted him, and he screamed in pain. He touched his lips and felt something wet and slimy. He raised his hand to check it out and saw that it was covered in bright red blood.

He went nuts and scrambled to his feet. "You're hitting me again, motherfuckers? Come on! Hit me harder. If you don't do it today, I'll fuck your mother."

Dean, Drew, Dustin, and Graeme exchanged glances before charging at Pierre all at once. They pinned him to the floor and started beating him with fists and legs.

He tried to push himself up, but the punches and kicks rained down on him so hard that he couldn't get up.

Pierre's insults got even nastier. "Fuck your mother, fuck your sisters, fuck your dad, and I even fuck your grandparents! W-Who kicked my balls? Screw your entire family."

"You were the worst, Dustin. You kept kicking me, and that's 40 kicks. You kicked me four times and punched me six times.

"Plus, I lost track of 15 kicks and 30 punches. Since I don't know who did it, so I'll count them as coming from all of you. One day, I make sure I'll pay you all back for everything."

Dean shrugged and remarked, "If you can't back up your words, just shut it, Monkey. You talk tough, you get hit harder."

Grame kicked Pierre. "What's the point of keeping track of it? It's been years, and I haven't seen you throw a punch, you pathetic loser."

Pierre weakly muttered, "Fuck you! You're all a bunch of wimps, too scared to kill me. As long as I'm still alive, there's a chance. I'll wait for you to die, then I'll dig you up and beat up your dead body.

"I swear. I'm going to pay you back for every punch and kick you throw at me. If I ever miss any of it, I'll kill myself."

Their faces went pale, fear and unease in their eyes. Then, they charged at Pierre again, throwing punches and kicks.