"Bishop Ryan, you stay out of this, don't interfere with our lifesaving efforts."
Matthew cast a cold glance at Ryan, his tone laced with warning.
Ryan opened his mouth wide, beginning to rant in an exaggerated fashion, "Sure, now you're questioning me? I, Ryan, am the most professional doctor here, the director's right-hand man, how dare you..."
"You're finished, I'll never treat you again!"
Ignoring Ryan, Matthew said to the others, "Go save the person."
The group hurried into the house.
Then Matthew merely looked coldly at Ryan, silent.
This made Ryan feel provoked as he pointed at Matthew, "Old man, you fucking mute, pretending to be aloof with me?"
"I'm telling you, I am determined to save James today!"
Saying so, Ryan pushed Matthew aside and swaggered toward James's room.
But Matthew reached out and grabbed Ryan.
"Don't cause trouble!"
No sooner had he spoken.
A handgun appeared in Ryan's hand.
The barrel was pitch-black, exuding a chilly aura.
