He grew serious and solemn, losing the arrogance and bloodlust he had just moments ago. It was like watching a clown suddenly stop smiling.


    Matthew''s pupils constricted, and he shrugged his shoulders as if adjusting his stance. Suddenly, Gideon attacked. His de shone in the light, rushing straight toward Matthew''s throat.


    There was a dull smack, and Gideon flew back,nding on the ground with a heavy thud. Even the ground shook when he fell on it.


    Gideon''s face was twisted in pain, and blood seeped from his mouth. He stared at Matthew in disbelief.


    "That''s impossible! You can''t possibly have reflexes that fast. The average human only has a reaction speed of 200 to 300 milliseconds. Even athletes with specialized training can only shorten it to 150 to 180 milliseconds, which means that the average human can react in 150 to 180 milliseconds.


    "Highly-trained fighters can react in 150 milliseconds, but I attacked you when you were shrugging your shoulders. You can''t possibly have reacted so quickly!"


    "I can react in 90 milliseconds," Matthew said nonchntly.


    That... Gideon had a stunned expression on his face. "That''s impossible! I''ve never seen anyone who could react in even 100 milliseconds. How could you..."


    As he said that, his face twisted in pain. He looked down at his chest. There was a foot-shaped dent on his bleeding ribcage, and his clothes were soaked in blood. He was horrified.


    "I... my bones are broken... my chest hurts terribly... I need surgery at once to fix it..."


    As he said that, he used his knife to slice his shirt apart, peeling it off his skin. Then, he touched his chest gingerly.


    As he did so, he let out a piercing scream. Beads of sweat appeared on his forehead and rolled down his face. He shuddered and let out a beast-like roar.


    "There''s no anesthesia around. It hurts. I''m going to die..."


    Matthew was stunned too. Was


    Gideon trying to perform surgery on


    himself? What a horrible sight.


    However, it was toote. Matthew


    was a doctor. He was all too familiar with human anatomy.


    "Don''t even try. Without my help and with no other drugs around, you can only live for another minute at most."


    Gideon was in so much pain that his head spun. He gnashed his teeth. "Save me, please."


    Matthew shook his head. "Don''t you have incredible medical skills? Didn''t you want me to call you my mentor?"


    Gideon was about to pass out. "I... I was wrong. Please, save me. I''ll call you my mentor... as long as I get to live!"


    Matthew turned and walked away. "I don''t ept people like you as my mentees."


    He went up to Ss, who was still watching in stunned silence. Matthew called out to him and said, "Hey, let''s go. Don''t look anymore."


    Ss snapped back to reality and


    followed Matthew out. As he walked,


    he turned back to look. He looked sympathetic. "What a pity that all that medical skill is going to waste.


    He was just a little


    Matthew sighed. "There are some things you don''t understand. To be honest, I don''t really get it either.


    "There are eight divisions in the world of true medicine. Likewise, there are eight divisions in the world of dark medicine.


    "They''re almost insane. Their medical skills might be impressive, but their methods..."


    Gideon watched as Matthew left. He quickly dug out an exquisite box from his pocket. He held it with one trembling hand and opened it with the other.


    With a click the box opened,


    revealing a pale, silver drug. He took


    it and popped it into his mouth.


    Then, he pulled out his phone and


    scrolled to one of his contacts that said, "Mentor".


    He sent the person a voice message, saying, "Please, save me, sir... Come to myboratory in ten minutes, and I might still be able to live."