Chapter 125

With his gaze still fixed on Shane, Matthew remained unfazed by Rachel's calls.

“Who said it isn’t working? Mr. Wright now looks perfectly normal when he speaks. His face is no longer crooked—he’s healed.”

Everyone in the room gaped at Matthew, as if he were addressing Shane as an elephant. Amidst their astonished looks, Matthew produced his phone, aiming the front camera at Shane.

“See for yourself!”

Instinctively, Shane glanced at the phone and saw his reflection. He tried to smile. Shock filled his face as he saw the natural curve of his lips. He made a sorrowful expression, and his face looked perfectly normal. Both sides were symmetrical, and the spontaneous muscle spasms had vanished.

Flabbergasted, he blurted out, “I’m healed? How did you do it? How could I be cured when I merely smelled some leaves for a while?”

Jeffrey’s expression turned grim. He scrutinized Shane’s face carefully, admitting that he looked perfectly natural. But he couldn't comprehend it. How could inhaling the smell of rotten leaves treat facial paralysis?

Rachel was astonished. She knew Matthew’s skills were remarkable, but curing illnesses with mere rotten leaves seemed ridiculous. Visibly curious, she turned to Matthew, yearning for an explanation.

Matthew faced Shane and began nonchalantly, “I can give you an explanation. Actually, saying that the smell cured you was just a joke.”

“You suffered from facial paralysis because you were exposed to the cold after sweating. Cold air entered your enlarged pores, and you were cured because the hot steam enlarged your pores and expelled the trapped cold. This treatment is called fumigation in traditional medicine.”

Shane finally seemed enlightened. “Oh, so that’s how it is! I never thought traditional medicine could be so miraculous. Without any medication, I’m cured with just a few rotten leaves. This is an absolute miracle!”

Looking indifferent, Matthew said, “Traditional medicine has countless ways to treat illnesses. This little trick is merely a drop in the ocean. Do you believe in traditional medicine now?”

Shane looked sheepish. He was a living testament to the medical practice, so he had no choice but to believe.

“I do now! I’m also very impressed. Mr. Grant, can I have your contact? I might need your help if I catch a cold or suffer from a headache in the future.”

Matthew chuckled. “Sorry, but my contacts are full. Contact Rachel if you need anything.”

Shane was slightly disappointed. He’d finally found a doctor he had faith in, only to be turned down.

Things certainly didn’t go Jeffrey’s way. Despite preparing multiple insults to hurl at Matthew, he couldn’t use any of them. He had toiled to talk Shane out of cooperating with Wealthwave Group, but a few words from Matthew turned the tables in Matthew’s favor.

Jeffrey could not sit still.

“What are you playing at, Matthew? How dare you refuse Mr. Wright when he asked for your contact? Are you looking down on him?”

Matthew shook his head. Influential people often sought his treatment. He didn’t even give his contact to Hugo, who’d spent fifty million dollars on his treatment, let alone Shane. Shane simply wasn’t qualified, but Matthew couldn’t say that aloud out of respect for Rachel.

Ignoring Jeffrey, he turned to Shane and asked, “I wouldn’t have treated you if I looked down on you. You’re healed now. Do you think I looked down on you?”

Shane shook his head hastily. “No, you didn’t! I’m very grateful to you for curing my illness.”

Matthew swerved toward Jeffrey. “Mr. Wright doesn’t think that I looked down on him. Do you have a problem with that?”