Chapter 231


    "n Gershwin, professor," n answered quickly. "We met back at the Altmed Forum." Tristan was


    not that much older than he was, but he was far more respectable. n was just an ancient healing


    practitioner in a regr hospital, while Tristan was a revered tutor for PhD students. He was nothing


    before Tristan.


    "n, huh? I think I remember you." Tristan was still as arrogant as usual. "Is he your student?"


    "Oh no." n waved his hands quickly. "He''s not my student, no."


    n was sweating. He''s a god of ancient healing. I''d worship him if I could. Don''t call him my student.


    Do you want to kill me?


    Seth took it the wrong way. He sneered, "Hear that, kid? Even your hospital''s doctor is cutting ties with


    you. You crossed my mentor. Nobody''s gonna help you now. You''re done for!"


    Everyone else chimed in as well.


    "Yeah. The professor has students all over Cleapolis. Any one of them is enough to give this guy a


    beating."


    "Well, yeah. The professor''s students are all sessful doctors. I bet nobody''s a more sessful


    teacher than the professor in this city."


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    Tristan was pleased to hear the des. His hands were still behind his back, and he looked down


    at Kingsley. "Your vice president was just a drop in my ss. Now do you know who I am?"


    "Yeah! Just give up, man!" Seth pointed at Kingsley. "Now grovel and apologize, and the professor


    might just let you go. Refuse, and there''ll be no ce for you in Cleapolis'' medical industry!"


    A group of people came in just then.


    "What''s all the hubbub? Why are you guys still in the lobby?"


    Scott, Ronald, and ke from the Cleapolis Society for Research in Traditional Medicine, the


    Foundation for Development of Traditional Medicine, and the Acupuncture Society respectively came


    inside.


    The presidents of the Academic Committee of Traditional Medicine, the Clinical Research of


    Acupuncture, and the Fusion Medicine Research Association (FMRA) also came in with them. They


    gathered the night before just so they could find a way to get the God of Medicine to teach them


    something. They stayed at a nearby hotel and held a little meeting, so they showed up at the same


    time.


    Everyone got serious after they came in. Even Tristan stopped holding his hands behind his back. He


    was starting to look a lot humbler too. He might have a lot of talented students, but these presidents


    had more followers. There were at least a few thousand students in their respective associations, and


    all of them were exceptionally talented as well.


    More importantly, these giants of the medical field were also government officials too, while Tristan was


    just a college professor. For example, Scott and Ronald were members of the National People''s


    Congress of Cleapolis as well.


    "What are you guys doing, Professor Zinkleigh? The forum is starting in a few hours. Why are you guys


    still here?" Ronald frowned. He then nced at Kingsley, but only for a moment. He did not realize


    Kingsley was the God of Medicine himself. Kingsley was not wearing a mask today, so nobody


    recognized him, including Scott.


    "M-Mr. Duncan." Tristan exined stiffly, "Someone just beat my student up, and I''m demanding an


    exnation."


    "Someone beat your student up?" Ronald was surprised. "And on the day of the forum?"


    Tristan pointed at Kingsley and hissed, "That''s him! Not only did he beat my student up, he also


    insulted me. Threatened me, even!"


    Ronald was surprised, and he looked at Kingsley closely.


    Kingsley shrugged. "Hey, Seth harassed Alice, so I had to teach him a lesson. And I didn''t insult this


    Zinkleigh geezer. He''s less than an insect to me, really."


    Whoa. Ronald exchanged looks with hispanions. He thought, Who is he? That was a bold


    statement.