Master of Medicine The Saintly Healer

Matthew reached for the abandoned gun and fired two shots at Vincent’s legs.

Vincent awoke in agony, reaching for his wounded legs. His face twisted with pain as he pleaded, “Please, don’t shoot! I’ll give you the Tiger Seal.”

Matthew’s tone was frigid as he demanded, “Where is the Tiger Seal? I’ll take it myself.”

Vincent pointed to a table in the corner of the room and stammered, “It’s… it’s under that statue.”

A cherub statue stood atop a table that sat against the wall.

When he lifted the statue, he discovered a piece of paper and a bronze ring underneath.

The bronze ring turned out to be the Tiger Seal. Matthew examined it briefly before tucking it into his pocket.

Spotting the paper underneath, he reached out to grab it. Published by Nôv'elD/rama.Org.

Vincent hastily shouted, “You’ve taken the Tiger Seal, so put the paper down. It’s just a useless list with some names

on it.”

Matthew glanced at Vincent before slowly unfolding the paper, revealing lines of Acranese text.

As he glanced at the text, he noticed a list of names below. Thinking it was nothing important, he set it down on the

table.

However, a familiar name immediately drew his attention. Matthew picked the paper up again and confirmed that Walter’s name was written on it.

There were several other names–perhaps a dozen or more listed.

Matthew suddenly felt something was amiss. He raised the gun and aimed it at Vincent. “Care to explain?”

Terror gripped Vincent as he stammered, “I have nothing to say, just some names…”

Two shots were fired, and the bullets sank into Vincent’s left arm.

Matthew’s voice was cold as he warned, “This is your last chance. If you don’t speak now, you’ll regret not taking the opportunity.”

Trembling in pain, Vincent couldn’t help but take Matthew’s warning to heart, especially after receiving Matthew’s

unhesitant shots.

“I’ll talk, I’ll talk!” Vincent exclaimed. “The people on the list are all dead, but their deaths weren’t natural.”

Despite his shock, Matthew narrowed his eyes. “Did you kill these people?” he asked.

Though his mind was a mix of desperation and chaos, Vincent suddenly felt clear–headed upon hearing the question.

“No, it wasn’t me. I swear it wasn’t,” he insisted.

Matthew snorted coldly. “If you didn’t kill them, then why did you place the statue above this list as if atoning for something?”

When Matthew was met with silence, he demanded, “Speak up! If you don’t, I’ll shoot.”

Vincent t screamed resolutely, “shoot if you want to!” With that, he suddenly drew a short knife.

He stabbed it into his heart with one swift motion, and blood gushed out rapidly. Moments later, blood stained his

clothes.

Matthew was taken aback, realizing the list of names was no ordinary piece of paper.

Barely clinging to life, Vincent whispered, “Listen, no matter who you are or how strong your backing is, you’re finished. Having interfered with the affairs of the Red Wolves, you’ll suffer a thousand times worse than me.”

He struggled to get the last few words out, gasping for air until his breathing slowly ceased altogether.

A serious expression appeared on Matthew’s face. Vincent had chosen to die rather than speak out, indicating that the matter was far from ordinary.

Before dying, Vincent mentioned something about the Red Wolves, an organization Matthew had never heard of before.

As Matthew walked out of the room, he spotted Ivan heading toward the elevator. “Stop, Ivan!” he shouted.

Trembling in fear, Ivan slowly turned around. Panic and anxiety filled his eyes as he looked at Matthew.

“I… I’ve already taken you to meet him,” Ivan stammered. “You can’t kill me!”

Matthew approached Ivan with the list of names in hand and asked, “What’s the deal with this list?”