NovelEnglishChapter 2024
A group of old men were gathered around the Bainbridge branch of Cathay's Union of Medical Practitioners
(CAUMP). In the center was a wooden coffee table, and on top of it sat beautiful tea-making accessories. The old
men were talking about the recent happenings in Bainbridge.
"Hey, Phantom, | heard that the Reconstruction Pill's creator is in your medical center right now. He got into a
tussle with one of your doctors over his lack of a medical license. | don't have a license either, mate."
The old man called Phantom, better known as the Phantom of Medicine, looked miffed. These old men were the
best of the best doctors around, yet none of them had any medical license. They did not need that.
Everyone else laughed.
"I can't believe that doctor. He just mocked every single member of the hidden sects, and he still has no idea
about it."
Another old man called Skelemar had an annoyed look on his face. "Shut it, Longbeard. Don't drag us into this.
Hidden sects play by a different set of rules."
Not everyone in the hidden sects could explore the greater world, hence Medical licenses were nothing to them.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtSkelemar would have stayed in his abode if not for the CAUMP's members adamantly inviting him to the
competition.
"Enough. We're too old for useless banters. Let's deal with the matter at hand."
"Matthew has already transcended the need for a license, but if speople just insist on using that against
him, it will prove to be a hassle."
The old men fell silent. The one that spoke earlier caressed his beard. "Give him a license. He's more than
qualified."
"But someone might make another case out of it."
"Then, tell them to cup with a first-grade and special-grade pill like what Matthew had done. | can let them
take Matthew's place in the competition if they can make something like mini Analeptic Pill and Restoration Pill."
The sun was setting on Bainbridge, and the other hidden sects’ contestants were arriving at Renew
Pharmaceuticals. When these contestants found out that Matthew was the creator of the Restoration Pill, they
got visibly excited.
The members of Valley of Herbs met up with Matthew right after they cleaned their rooms. "You're here too, Mr.
Larson. Ever since the Reconstruction Pill was announced, my master hasn't stopped lecturingfor a single
moment. And to think | used to be one of the best members in the valley."
The lad straightened up and mimicked the way his mentor spoke. He had a solemn look on his face as he said,
"You can't even make a decent Soultemper, but Matthew has already made something incredible like the
Reconstruction Pill, and you guys are the sage. You can't even memorize the Almanac of Herbs, but
Matthew—sage as you, mind you—is already... I've already taught you Needlefarer many times, and yet you
still can't master it. Look at Matthew. He..."
The lad went on for nearly ten minutes, his tone filled with frustration. The contestants around him shared his
sentiment. Even the air seemed to be heavy with complaints all of a sudden.
"Oh, | was just lucky. If you want to get out of this mess, | do have an idea." Matthew smiled mysteriously. He
would love to befriend these people since they were decent.
Even though they were frustrated after Matthew's genius was revealed, none of them hated him. They did envy
him, but none would sabotage him. Instead, they talked straight and never schemed, which Matthew
appreciated. He felt relaxed when hanging out with them. When Matthew said he had an idea to save these
people from their predicament, their eyes lit up with anticipation.
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