The creepy Heretic Medic asked, “Don’t believe me?”

Matthew remained silent, growing more cautious. Seeing the Heretic Medic about to move, the burly men nearby looked uneasy and inched toward the door, desperate to escape.

Seeing this, the Heretic Medic smirked and said, “Don’t leave just yet. Let me show you the one-handed technique I’ve been practicing.”

Terrified, the men stopped in their tracks.

The Heretic Medic nodded, then walked toward Matthew. “Where should I strike you with my finger?”

Expressionless, Matthew sensed this person had driven himself mad with unethical research. He was talkative for a crazed researcher, but seeing the fear in the men’s eyes, he knew the Heretic Medic was strong and ruthless.

Matthew relaxed his body, loosening his muscles while remaining mentally alert. His fists and limbs could transform into powerful weapons capable of delivering fatal blows.

The Heretic Medic smiled. “Don’t be nervous. You can’t beat me. In front of a strong man like me, you’re just a waste of space. Even if you fought with all your might, you wouldn’t pose a threat.”

While speaking, he approached Matthew, soon standing just a few feet away.

The Heretic Medic suddenly lunged, his finger aimed at Matthew's chest. Reacting instantaneously, Matthew kicked out with lightning speed.

The Heretic Medic’s body flew ten feet back, crashing into the wall before landing heavily. His chest was a bloody mess; blood spilled as if from a punctured sandbag. A pool of blood quickly formed on the ground.

The room fell silent. The Heretic Medic’s eyes widened in disbelief as he stared at his mangled chest. The seven or eight burly men stood gaping, the shock more intense than if a tiger had suddenly leaped from their closets.

Matthew was surprised by the Heretic Medic's weakness.

The Heretic Medic clutched his chest, mumbling, “How could this happen? Why did I lose?”

Matthew answered coldly, “Because your arm isn’t as long as my leg.”

Realization dawned on the Heretic Medic. He trembled, clutching his chest, scanning his surroundings before crawling toward the hospital bed. He muttered, “I still have a chance. I won’t die. I just need to replace a few organs and get a blood transfusion, then I can survive.”

Matthew, seeing him crawl toward Jenny’s brother, rushed forward and kicked him away. “Get out of here!” This guy was truly insane; to save himself, he intended to harvest someone else’s organs.

The Heretic Medic’s face was deathly pale as he groaned in pain. “It hurts so much. Why can’t my metal skills save me? I can’t die just yet. I still have so many experiments to do…”

His voice faded away completely.

Matthew remembered unanswered questions. But the Heretic Medic and Noah were already dead, so who should he ask now?

Looking around, his gaze finally landed on the brutes. He picked up a long knife and walked menacingly toward them.

He demanded, “What is this place? Who were the Heretic Medic and Noah? Who was searching for Medieval Medicine?”