The Great Medical Saint

Matthew stared at the thick stack of diaries on the table, his eyes wide with shock.

It was more than 12 inches tall. It was as high as stacking all the students' homework in a class back in school.

That was the first time after school he'd come across so many books. He couldn't believe it and asked, "Is this all about you getting beaten up?"noveldrama

Matthew wanted to believe Pierre. But judging by the sheer amount of diaries, Pierre wouldn't have made it that far. He should've been long dead from the beatings.

Pierre's expression twisted in pain as he put his hand on the stack of diaries. "It's not just about the beatings I took. The diaries also have the names of everyone I've got a grudge against. I've been writing them in the diaries since the third grade.

"They thought they could get away with bullying me. I've always said I'd get back at them one day. Now, that day has finally come."

Matthew's face darkened, realizing he was the biggest sucker here. The grudges started back in third grade and kept building, all waiting for him to be the fool to take care of them.

Looking at the tall stack of books, he furrowed his brows. If he had to settle the score for each grudge in Pierre's shoes, it'd take forever.

He thought for a moment and remarked, "The grudges from elementary school were long ago. It's not easy to track down those people who picked on you. How about this? I'll only deal with the things that happened after you started working."

Pierre reluctantly responded, "Fine."

As he spoke, he grabbed a diary from the bottom of the stack and set it aside. He continued, "Here're all the things that happened after I began working. Only one of the diaries is related to my grudges back in school."

Matthew felt like he'd just wasted his breath earlier. "Can I take a look at the diaries?"

Pierre reached for the top book and handed it to Matthew. Matthew grabbed the diary and was about to open it when Pierre suddenly snatched it back.

With his hand hanging in the air, Matthew asked, "So you don't want me to take revenge for you?"

Pierre set the diary on top and grabbed another from the bottom. "I want to start from the first thing that happened after I started working."

As Pierre spoke, he handed the diary to Matthew.

"Fine!" Matthew thought to himself. He took the diary and turned to the first page. It was dated 15th September 2013, a sunny day.

Matthew continued reading.

"Today was my first day at work, and I was super excited. I woke up at 6:30 a.m., got ready, and changed into new clothes.

"When I got to the hospital, I found out I was way too early-like one hour and six minutes early. The office in the outpatient building wasn't open yet, so I had no choice but to wait.

"At 7:55 a.m., the office door opened, and they assigned me a mentor, Trafford Shafer. At that moment, I was overjoyed and eagerly shook his hand.

"Trafford told me that a true doctor cares for patients above all else. I knew right then that I had met a great mentor and a true doctor.

"I was so excited that I helped Trafford with all the miscellaneous tasks. When a patient came in for a consultation, I'd help with writing prescriptions and taking their temperature. I was determined to make a good impression.

"Just before we were about to finish the day, Trafford went to the restroom, and a patient came in. She was an elderly lady in her 60s, walking a bit wobbly.

"Trafford wasn't around, so I had to take over the consultation first. I asked her what was bothering her, but she didn't respond to me.

"She begged to not be hospitalized due to the financial struggle in her family. Her son had passed away in a car accident, and her daughter-in-law had left.

"She scavenged for scraps to raise the children. If she was admitted, no one would take care of them.

"I felt bad hearing that. My family wasn't doing great, but the old lady had it even harder.

"I told her that if it wasn't too serious, she should try not to stay in the hospital and

just take some medicine with her. She was so grateful for my promise.

"After asking further, I learned that she just had a cold and fever. With the

diagnosis, I felt excited. That was my first patient, and I was confident I could cure

her.

"I'd always been sickly, so I'd get

colds and fever all the time, so I'd

learned a thing or two about

treatment. Even though I hadn't studied medicine, I knew how to sort it out."