Chapter 964
At the drop of Matthew's voice, the entire hall fell into silence. Everyone looked at Matthew in surprise.
They knew that Francis wasn't just a mere doctor but had connections and power in Lambda City, so anyone who provoked him would end up in trouble.
At this moment in time, he got to witness a foolhardy young man who spoke outrageously rudely to Francis. He definitely had it coming for him.
Once he had recovered from the shock, Francis began to seethe. "Who are you? Do you even know what kind of consequences you'd have to suffer if you talked to me like that?"
Matthew simply replied, "I'm a traditional medicine practitioner. Didn't you say that you'd eat dirt as long as the monthly income of all the traditional medicine practitioners in Lambda City combined surpasses your monthly income?
"You were the one who said it, didn't you?"
Francis then nodded and said, "That's right. But are you able to tell me the total income of all the traditional medicine practitioners in Lambda City?"
Of course, Francis had thought this through before he threw out such words. He was no naive man, after all.
He knew that it was impossible to gather data on each and every single traditional medicine practitioner in Lambda City, which was why he boldly made a declaration. He knew he wouldn't be on the losing end of the stick.
Matthew casually stated, "I don't need to do that, because my income alone surpasses yours!"
"What? You mean your personal income? Impossible! There's no way you'd make more than 350 thousand dollars alone in a month!" Francis sneered.
He reached his peak when he was just a little more than 40 years old by practicing modern medicine. However, it wasn't the same with traditional medicine, where their income was based on their age and experience.
Usually, it would be the senior traditional medicine practitioners who received a higher income. Thus, Francis doubted that Matthew could make more than 350 thousand dollars a month when he looked to be in his mid-20s.
Matthew raised his brows, "You don't believe me, do you?"
Francis was sure that Matthew was just bluffing, so he said, "What's your proof? If you could show us evidence of it, then I'll eat dirt right away!"
Matthew then responded coolly, "You want evidence, right? I'll give it to you, then. You're Francis Pittman, right?"
Francis nodded. "That's right. Everyone here knows my name. Not only here, but every single citizen of Lambda City would know me if they regularly watch the news. As long as they are familiar with the medical world, they would know my name."
Francis couldn't tell what Matthew was up to, because his question had nothing to do with his evidence.
Again, Matthew said, "Then, your father's name is Casper Pittman, right?"
Upon hearing that, Francis asked in confusion, "You... Did you run a background check on me? What are you trying to do?"
Matthew only continued, "Your father's got a brain hemorrhage and was bedridden, right?"
At once, Francis became alert. "You really went into detail, huh? You even know what my father contracted back then. But all of these have already passed. It's been two years now."
Matthew calmly stated, "Two years ago, he spent 20 million to get treated for it, am I right?"
Francis froze. Two years ago,
Casper contracted a brain
hemorrhage all of a sudden. He held
an important position back then, and
Francis hadn't yet risen to the
position he had today.
Though they spent 20 million dollars to cure Casper's brain hemorrhage, the
benefits that Casper had brought to Francis far exceeded 20 million now.
Still, the only people who knew of this matter were Francis, Casper, and Benjamin,
the prison warden. So, how did Matthew know about that?
"Who... Who are you? Do you perhaps know Benjamin?" Francis asked.
Matthew then replied curtly, "I was the one who cured your father."
Having heard that, Francis began to stare at Matthew in shock. Back then, his father was sent to prison for the treatment so he didn't know the details of the procedure of who it was who cured Casper.
The only thing he knew was that the miracle doctor was surnamed Grant and that he was a mysterious figure who kept a low profile. Never had Francis thought that he would meet the person who cured his Father right before him!
"You... Are you really Mr. Grant?" Francis questioned.
Matthew snorted coldly and said, "Well, you can video call your father if you don't believe me. He's seen me before."
Initially, Francis was a little skeptical, but having heard Matthew's reply, he soon believed that Matthew was really the one who had cured his father.
He was none other than Mr. Grant, the one doctor famously known for his miraculous healing abilities, and whose prescriptions were worth a fortune.
Francis then walked up to the entrance excitedly, shaking Matthew's hands as he said, "Thank you for saving my father, Mr. Grant. It's a great honor to have finally met you!"