Chapter 98

Dr. York nodded and said, “Young Master Wayne is fine now.”

Timothy immediately let out a sigh of relief but Mrs. Wayne was infuriated. “You’re asking 300 million for five minutes of your time?

Matthew Larson, can you even accept this amount of money on your conscience?! Darling, there’s no need to pay him so much. In my opinion, paying him 100,000 is more than enough!”

“Zip your mouth!” Timothy scolded angrily. “Since Mr. Larson already saved our son, we have to pay the price that we promised! I never once went back on my word in my life!”

Matthew smiled and said, “Don’t worry, I never go back on my word either. Timothy, saving your son was easy, but saving you will be difficult!”

“Me?” Timothy was surprised. “Mr. Larson, I’m not ill at all. What’s there to save?”

“You’re not ill?” Matthew scoffed. “Pull up your shirt.”

Doubtful, Timothy pulled up his shirt and revealed his stomach. All of a sudden, Matthew poked him at seven different acupuncture points. In an instant, Timothy’s face turned red and he was gasping for air.

“What are you doing?!” Mrs. Wayne screamed in panic.

Matthew coldly said, “Look at his stomach!”

Everybody turned to look and watched as Timothy’s stomach slowly shrunk inward. Gradually, the outline of a face appeared. It had a nose, eyes, and a mouth, and it looked extremely creepy.

“W-What is that?” Mrs. Wayne yelled in horror.

The others were also stunned. None of them had seen such a thing before. Dr. Ellis leaned close and exclaimed, “I-Is this the legendary facial sore?”

“Facial sore?” Dr. York’s expression changed. “Isn’t that just a legend? Does something like that really exist?”

Dr. Ellis nodded and said, “My master mentioned it to me before and facial sores indeed exist.

However, this disease is extremely rare, and most people don’t get it. Countless doctors have never seen this kind of disease in their entire lives. Even my master’s master had only seen it once—that’s why I know about them! However, this facial sore is not fully formed yet. Once its eyes are opened, Timothy will die!”

“What?!” Mrs. Wayne screamed. “I-Is this really a disease?”

“Yes!” Dr. Ellis nodded.

Mrs. Wayne worriedly asked, “Then… c-can it be cured?”

Dr. Ellis replied, “Yes, by taking medicine.”

“What medicine?”

“I’m not sure,” Dr. Ellis replied. “The medicine is not for Mr. Wayne, but for that face. No one knows what the facial sore is afraid of so the only way to cure it is to feed it with all sorts of medicines. If it doesn’t eat a certain type of medicine, it means that the medicine is its nemesis. Once we find out what medicine it is, Mr. Wayne will be cured after the facial sore is force fed with it!”

Mrs. Wayne let out a sigh of relief. “Well, that’s easy. Hurry up and go buy all kinds of medicine and feed it! Matthew, who are you trying to scare?! It’s an illness that can be easily cured. How dare you ask for 300 million? Do you have a conscience?”

Matthew scoffed and said nothing.

“You can’t do that!” Dr. Ellis hurriedly waved his hands.

“Why not?” Mrs. Wayne asked in surprise.

Dr. Ellis sighed and replied, “The treatment I mentioned only refers to facial sores that grow on other parts of the body. However, if you have facial sores on your stomach, this method won’t work.”