Man With Super Medical Skill (Matthew) novel Chapter 3583

Morning came the next day.

The cries of seagulls sliced through the air.

Ryan, still groggy from the night before, slowly came to his senses. Instinctively, he held his head.

Where was he? What had happened?

Bits and pieces of the previous night came flooding back.

He remembered grilling with Matthew, but after a while, Ryan had gotten bored of only eating.

He wandered into the powder room and came back with two bottles of wine—vintage stuff from the Medusa Gang's private stash.

Ryan clearly recalled boasting to Matthew that despite drinking for years, he had never once been drunk.

Then, the two started pounding back wine like there was no tomorrow.

From what Ryan remembered, he eventually ended up puking his guts out—while Matthew didn't even break a sweat.

"Well, well, look who's up—our West Montiria Islands Booze King. I've got some hangover cure coffee. Want a cup?" Matthew called as he stepped out of the cabin, holding a polished mug.

"I'm good," Ryan muttered, brushing off the offer.

He had gone on and on about his drinking tolerance last night—only to be totally shown up.

He had been the one hunched over the railing, while Matthew stood tall and unbothered.

"You sure?" Matthew added with a sly grin. "After the way you looked last night, a little pick-me-up might help. Let me guess—you've got a pounding head, can barely walk straight, and your stomach's in knots?"

Ryan paused mid-step.

"You know what, Matteo? Now that you mention it, I am kind of thirsty this morning."

Ryan took the mug from Matthew and downed it in one gulp.

The taste was strange—bitter, earthy, with something he couldn't quite place. Still, he kept a straight face.

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