Man With Super Medical Skill novel Chapter 3728

"That's right, it was our boss who cured my fatal illness!"

Bailey's voice carried across the square like a stone tossed into still water. The words sent ripples through the crowd, yet the claim was so bold that few could bring themselves to believe it on her word alone.

"A doctor's talent is simple to prove. Let him show it here and now!"

A burly man with a face hardened by years of labor pushed forward. His head tilted slightly under the weight of the black patch strapped across his eye. A butcher by trade, his presence carried the rough edge of someone who lived each day with blood on his hands. He dropped into the chair before the desk, his stare sharp and heavy.

"You're saying you can heal this blind eye of mine?"

Matthew's reply came steady and composed. "It will be simple."

The butcher barked out a harsh laugh, his voice thick with scorn. "You sound real confident. This eye's been nothing but dead since the day I was born. If you can fix it, I'll cut meat day and night and bring you the best cuts I can find."

Matthew gestured for him to pull away the patch. When the cloth came loose, the people gasped in unison.

Where a pupil should have been, the man's left eye was nothing but a pale, empty globe. Even the most brilliant surgeon alive would declare it hopeless.

Matthew didn't blink. He raised his hand, and a faint glow pulsed at his fingertips, soft as morning light. With calm precision, he pressed that essential Qi into the ruined eye, then drew his hand away.

"It's done. Cover your good eye and see for yourself."

The butcher obeyed without hesitation. The moment his hand blocked his right eye, a raw shout ripped from his chest. "I can see! I swear to God, I can see!"

The crowd froze in stunned silence. Then heads turned toward him, eyes wide, as if the impossible had just taken shape before them. Where there had been only blank white, a jet-black pupil now glistened in the center of the eye.

No trick of sleight of hand could work such a wonder.

"Sir, you're a true miracle doctor! I'll head home and start butchering meat for you this very second!"

His voice cracked, heavy with the weight of years. Since childhood, he had been mocked and cursed, branded a freak and sneered at as a "white-eye."

He had become a butcher not from passion but to intimidate those who laughed at him, yet now, for the first time in his life, he saw clearly, and a new future stretched before him.

Matthew lifted a hand. "That won't be necessary. I said this was free. I will not take payment."

The people could no longer hold themselves back. They surged toward the desk, falling into a long and patient line without anyone telling them what to do.

This was more than medicine. This was life being given back.

Bailey stepped forward, ready to call the next patient, but Matthew stopped her. "Pack up."

She blinked at him in surprise. "Sir, we've only healed one person today. You're calling it already?"

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