The next day, Matthew stood at the doorway of the King of Medicine Clinic in Nacrene, eyeing the signboard with a hint of disdain. "This clinic is quite audacious to name itself 'King of Medicine"."

In history, only one person was honored with the title of "King of Medicine", and that was Samuel Lawrence.

He had treated countless patients, and they often referred to him as the "Miracle Medic" for his longevity. Some even thought he was God.

Medieval Medicine was considered a divine text by later generations and revered by other doctors.

Yet now, someone dared to claim the title of King of Medicine for themselves. They truly had no sense of shame.

Matthew pushed the door open and stepped inside to take a look around.

The clinic was simple, equipped with just two beds, a desk, and a medicine cabinet. There were only two people inside a young nurse and a doctor in his 30s.

Howard was deeply engaged in a conversation with the nurse, casually sipping his tea as they spoke.

He seemed oblivious to the clinic's visitor.

Matthew eventually approached them. "Excuse me."

Clearly irritated, Howard barely lifted his gaze as he snapped, "What do you want?"

Matthew furrowed his brows slightly. "I'm an antique dealer, particularly fascinated by medical antiques. I collect ancient pestles and mortars, cabinets, hoes, bells, pots, books, cauldrons, and pills. They fetch quite a high price, you see. Do you happen to have any?" Howard impatiently waved him off. "No, hurry up and leave. I don't have what you're looking for."

Matthew remained unfazed and continued, "If you have any leads in this area, I'm willing to pay you as well. For example, if you tell me who is in possession of an ancient cauldron or medical literature, I'll give you a 10% commission.

"If it's worth ten million, I'll give you one million. Any information about such items would be much appreciated."

Matthew decided not to ask him directly about Medieval Medicine. Instead, after some thought, he opted to approach Howard as an antique dealer.

Howard was suddenly intrigued by the mention of a commission.

He stood up and began to offer Matthew some tea. "Oh, you're in the antique business? I'm sorry for the earlier misunderstanding. Please, have a seat. Let's chat for a bit."

As he spoke, he prepared the tea and fetched a cup, filling it for Matthew.

Matthew picked up the teacup, gently blew on it, then set it down. slowly. "I've had quite a streak of luck recently, finding precious antiques daily. I have a good feeling about today. You must have something valuable or know someone who does."

Howard smiled and leaned in. "So, how much do you think a medical book from the medieval period would fetch?"

A flicker of interest crossed Matthew's face. It was clear that Howard knew something.

Matthew was one step closer to uncovering the truth about the book, Medieval Medicine.

"It depends on the text," Matthew replied. "If it's a common collection of prescriptions, maybe a few

hundred thousand at most. If it's et

written by a well-known doctorit could easily be worth tens of millions, or even hundreds of

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Just as Howard brightened up-ready to dive into the conversation-an elderly man, probably in his 70s shuffled into the clinic.

The old man was leaning on his cane and coughing severely. "I... cough, cough... My bronchitis is acting up again... cough, cough... can you prescribe me some medicine?"

Howard did not bother to look up and snapped, "Can't you see I'm busy? We're not seeing any patients today. Just leave."

The old man hesitated, but before he could say anything, the young nurse stepped in, pushing him toward the door. "Can't you see Dr. Simpson is dealing with something important? Get out." Matthew observed this as his disgust toward Howard grew. How could someone like him dare claim the title of "King of Medicine"? It was an insult to the very name.

Upon seeing the displeasure on

Matthew's face, Howard quickly forced a smile and tried to smooth things over. "My apologies. Some people just don't understand when they're not welcome, you know? Let's get back to business." "

Matthew nodded. "I've given you a rough estimate of the prices. Now it's just a matter of what you have to sell."

Howard cleared his throat. "How much do you think the book, 'Medieval Medicine' written by the King of Medicine is worth?"

Matthew pretended to be surprised as his eyes widened. "You have that? My friend, you're sitting on a goldmine. That could easily be worth a hundred million. You'd be an instant millionaire."