Man With Super Medical Skill (Matthew)

The next day, Matthew woke up early and prepared breakfast. He first delivered a portion to his mother-in-law, then headed to Sasha's door. "Princess Sasha, time to get up and eat."

There was no response from inside the room. Matthew thought Sasha hadn't heard him, so he knocked on the door again.

Silence. Not even the faintest sound of movement from the bed. Matthew's expression changed as his grandmaster-level senses spread out like a tide.

There was no sign of life inside the room...

Matthew's face darkened, and a wave of panic surged within him, gripping his heart.

With no regard for the lock, Matthew forced the door open. The empty bedroom showed no sign of Sasha. The bed was neatly made, orange peels filled the trash can by the bed, and a water glass sat on the table with a sheet of white paper underneath... Suddenly realizing something, Matthew quickly stepped to the bedside table, carefully picking up the sheet of white paper. Neat handwriting met his gaze. He stared at the paper, his eyes blank, as if something had lodged in his throat, making it impossible to catch his breath despite his desperate attempts. The gut-wrenching pain tore through him, causing his whole body to tremble uncontrollably.

Why... Why did she leave without a word? Why didn't she tell me she was leaving?

Matthew, who had rarely cried since childhood, was now in tears.

Suddenly, a thought crossed Matthew's mind. He frantically opened the closet, only to find that the gifts he had previously bought for Sasha were gone.

"Yes, she must not have gone far. I can still find her; I must find her!"

Clutching the farewell letter tightly in his hand, Matthew, not caring about the tears streaming down his face, fully unleashed his grandmaster-level power and rushed toward the Martial League headquarters.

"Matthew, you—" Helen was startled by his appearance. Just as she was about to ask what was wrong, she realized that what stood before her was only a fleeting afterimage.

'I'm sorry, Matthew. By the time you read this farewell letter, I'll have already left. There are some things I must do. I'm sorry I couldn't take you with me or even tell you in person that I was leaving. Please don't try to find me.'

"Sasha... How can you leave just like

that? Has it ever crossed your mind

how worried and anxious I'd be? Why didn't you ask if I was willing to go with you... I could have given up everything... I promised I wouldn't let you suffer... How could you teave so quietly!"

Tears blurred Matthew's vision, but his senses remained locked on the Martial League headquarters. If he could just get there, he could mobilize all the members to search for Sasha. She couldn't have gone far.

Rushing through the crowded streets, with pedestrians and vehicles everywhere, Matthew raced toward the Martial League at top speed, disregarding everything else.

At one intersection, distracted,

Matthew didn't notice a large truck

barreling toward him. It struck him, sending him flying into a nearby building Dust and debris filled the air as blood trickled from Matthew's mouth. He placed his hand

his

ribs, realigning two broken ones and temporarily wrapping them with spiritual power.

Despite the injury, he continued to run toward the Martial League building as if Sasha were waiting for him there.

His figure continued to race toward the Martial League building as if Sasha was waiting for him there.

'After I'm gone, I want you to be

happy. Don't stay up too late, and make sure to eat on time, but not too much There's so much more want to tell you in person... I'm sorry, Matthew. Please forgive me for leaving without a word, your wife, Sasha.'