Chapter 496 The Patient Wakes Up


    "But Professor John would never admit it," he thought. There was no way he would concede that


    what he represented — modern medicine — was inferior to the practice of a shaman. Modern


    medicine was the embodiment of civilization; it represented progress, unlike the supposed


    backwardness and ignorance attributed to shamanic practices. How could something deemed


    regressive and ignorant triumph over modern medicine? If modern medicine couldn''t cure the


    patient, how could a shaman? Professor John''s refusal to admit defeat caught Daniel by surprise.


    "Professor John, given your age, you should at least understand what shame is," Daniel chided,


    causing the professor to explode with anger.


    "Country boy, who are you calling shameless? I think it''s you who is without shame! You shameless


    little con artist! It was my emergency medication that revived Kind, not your random needle pricks.


    To think you’d dare im my achievement as your own, then have the audacity to use me of


    lacking shame! All you American shamans do is deceive and trick people! You shy away when it


    comes to saving lives, only to im credit after the fact!"


    Professor John''s outburst shocked everyone present. Jessica, defending her partner, stood up and


    argued confidently, "Professor John, you were the one who announced my grandfather was dead.


    You used all kinds of data from these devices to prove it. It was Daniel who said my grandfather


    wasn''t dead and then revived him with his needles. Now he''s back, although he can''t speak yet, but


    all his vitals are recovering. Yet here you are, trying to take credit and ndering Daniel. For a


    renowned doctor and professor at Harvard University, do you not feel embarrassed by such


    behavior?"


    Suddenly, Kind, lying on the bed, coughed twice and then sat up. Jessica rushed to his side.


    "Grandpa, you''re awake? How do you feel?"


    "Much better! Let me get out of bed and walk around. Let’s see if I can move," Kind responded.Têxt ? N?velDrama.Org.


    Jessica helped Kind out of bed, but he quickly insisted on walking by himself.


    "Let go, I want to walk on my own!" Kind was a man forged in battle, with stubbornness in his


    bones. He refused to lean on his granddaughter, wanting to walk independently.


    "Grandpa, be careful," Jessica said cautiously.


    "I’ve faced artillery on the battlefield; do you think I need to be careful taking a few steps? Am I that


    fragile?" Kind retorted and began to walk on his own. Although he wasn''t striding vigorously, he


    walked steadily.


    "Grandpa, try jumping and see how high you can get," Daniel suggested from the side.


    Jessica heard him and, without hesitation, twisted Daniel''s ear, "Shut up!"


    Before she could finish her scolding, Kind crouched slightly, then leaped from one end of the bed to


    the other. Avery was startled by her father''s action.


    "Dad, what are you doing?"


    "That boy told me to jump, so I jumped to show him," Kind replied, amused by Daniel''s request.


    "Why are you listening to that idiot? He’s just nonsense," Avery admonished.


    Despite her reproach, Kind had already demonstrated that not only was he very much alive, but


    also surprisingly spry for his age.