Man With Super Medical Skill (Matthew)

Glaucus was right in front of him just moments ago, but he had vanished without a trace in the blink of an eye.

Smith's aged face darkened with anger as he turned to his servant. "Forget about Glaucus for now. Have you figured out what's going on?"

The servant supporting Smith looked flustered as he quickly reported, "Old Mr. Mirren, there's no signal at all in the entire ancestral home. We've been completely cut off! There's no way to contact anyone outside or receive any information." Frustration clouded Smith's features as he snapped, "Can't you go out and ask them?"

His voice was thick with disappointment-not just with the situation but with his family as well.

The members of the martial alliance have only surrounded the Mirren Estate so far. There isn't the slightest hint of an attack. Doesn't that mean someone important hasn't arrived yet? Are we really going to wait for them to strike if we don't beg now?

Smith glanced around at the rest of the Mirren Family, and his eyes filled with regret. Maybe I've been too lenient with the Mirrens all these years. That's why we're in this situation!

Smith's words sent the servant rushing outside, only to return moments late with a wet cloth. "Old Mr. Mirren, it's no use. They won't talk to us. They won't even look at us." The servant's words hit Smith like a thunderclap. His face drained of color, and he staggered backward. Who wouldn't even spare a glance? Only the dead! "Old Mr. Mirren!"

Everyone jumped in shock and rushed to surround Smith. Their faces tensed with the fear he might collapse.

Poof!

Smith's eyes flew wide open and blood spurted from his mouth.

"Old Mr. Mirren! Get a doctor!" someone screamed. "We need a doctor now!"

The great hall was soon filled with frantic voices, and every member of the family wore expressions of dread. Glaucus had just disappeared, and now, Smith was coughing up blood. The Mirren Family was already in turmoil, so losing Smith now would be

catastrophic.

"Stop!"

Smith suddenly stood tall again, just as it seemed he might collapse. His complexion had regained a rosy hue, and his eyes gleamed with clarity.

He no longer looked like a man over

a century old. In fact, there was a lightness in his smile as he gazed out into the rain. He said with a hearty laugh, "It seems the heavens have been kind to me by sending me off in such grand fashion today!"

Everyone in the hall collapsed to their knees. Their quiet sobs were barely contained despite their best efforts. Smith scanned the room, his voice booming. "What are you crying for? For me to live this long is already a blessing!" "Get up. Jelson and Jaydon, come here."

Two middle-aged men stepped forward. Their reddened eyes betrayed their earlier tears.

"You two will take charge of the

family when i'm gone. The Mirrens may be in decline, but you must lead them well. You must keep the

younger generation in check in don't let them stir up troOV

They looked alarmed and were about to say something when Smith's bony hands rested on their shoulders.

"Don't be so hesitant. I'm ready to go."

Smith turned and strode out into the rain with a smile. His figure slowly disappeared into the storm.

Tears welled up in the eyes of those left behind as they knelt in silence.