Man With Super Medical Skill (Matthew)

"And what opportunity might that be, sir?" asked the witch doctor, bowing slightly toward Matthew. Certainly, no one in their right mind would want to leave their homeless unless they had no other choice.

"Three days from now, you and I will have a contest of medical skill. If you win, I will leave you alone and won't interfere with your practices provided you stop using that technique. But if you lose, you and your clan must leave Dewsbury for good," Matthew said, his calm gaze fixed on the witch doctor as if he had no doubt the man would accept the challenge.

The witch doctor, hearing Matthew's proposition, suddenly smiled. He had been practicing medicine for decades. While there might be other areas where he could not surpass Matthew, when it came to medical skills, the witch doctor was brimming with confidence. "Very well, three days from now, I'll await your arrival," the witch doctor said, his tone now filled with arrogance. He was certain he had already won and saw no need to keep pretending to be polite with Matthew.

"I hope you take this seriously, Chief Healer. Otherwise, losing and being forced to leave in disgrace will be quite unpleasant."

Matthew's words made the witch doctor turn grim again. Staring coldly at Matthew, he retorted, "I've been practicing medicine for over thirty years. I don't need a young brat like you to lecture me. Go home and take a good look in the mirror to see if you're even worthy of this challenge. And when you lose in three days, I hope you'll keep your word."

Matthew listened to the witch doctor's sneering but didn't respond further. Witchcraft and sorcery might have their uses, but they were nothing more than fringe practices. As the Holy Doctor of Cathay, Matthew had no reason to be concerned about this contest. He walked out of the back room without a word, leaving behind a room full of puzzled onlookers.

The crowd, who had been waiting in line outside, started murmuring in disbelief.

Shortly after, the witch doctor emerged, wearing a sorrowful expression. "Everyone, we will be closing the healing shop for the next three days. That young man just issued a challenge to our shop. If I lose, we'll have to leave Dewsbury forever and won't be able to treat any of you anymore. I'm truly sorry."

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"Hah! What a fool! He's absolutely delusional!"

"True, but you have to admit, that young man is quite handsome."

"Don't worry, Doctor, we'll be there to support you when the time comes!" "Yeah, what's that guy got to back up his arrogance?!"

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doctor had stirred up the emotions of the crowd. They were now full of righteous indignation, waving their arms and vowing to stand by him Some of the more eager ones even started running in the direction Matthew had left, determined to show him just how harsh and unforgiving the world could be.

Despite the clamor, the witch doctor maintained his sorrowful expression, still looking forlorn as he continued, "Please, everyone, don't do that. The young man may just want to test his skills Don't follow him, and definitely don't resort to violence. And if you come to watch the contest, please don't throw anything."

His words only fueled the crowd's anger further.

"You're kind-hearted, Doctor, but that guy had come to your doorstep to step all over you!" "Exactly! You've been treating people for years, and now this guy wants to humiliate you!" "For such a good-looking guy, he sure is vile!"

"Why go to such extremes?" The witch doctor let out a long sigh.