Chapter 183
Even though Matt had something to do with the tragic fire 17 years ago, Kingsley wouldn’t take it out on
Cecilia because of that. After all, she and Alice had been taking turns looking after Reene these days.
He wasn’t as ipetent as to vent his anger on an innocentdy. Moreover, he didn’t want the close
friendship between Reene and Cecilia to be affected because of him.Upon hearing how Kingsley made
light of the problem, Alice argued anxiously, “How could you say that they’re bored out of their minds?
Many of them are medical heavyweights of Cleapolis!” As she spoke, she came to Reene’s bedside
and grabbed Reene’s hand. “Reene, Kingsley is too stubborn. He insists on brazening it out and curing
a paralytic patient. You’ve got to talk him out of this!”Before Reene could speak, though, there was a
sudden knock on the door.The next instant, n pushed the door open and came in. “Kingsley, why
are you only here now? I’ve been searching for you all day yesterday!” His head was still swathed in
bandages after being injured with a baseball bat by Louie earlier on. “Kingsley, you’ve gotten yourself
into huge trouble this time!” He looked panic-stricken. “I know that you have profound knowledge of
traditional medicine, but this matter is very serious. It might affect your future!”n had cherished
Kingsley’s gift for medicine ever since he saw how thetter stopped his bleeding by hitting his
acupuncture points. Because of that, he wanted to take Kingsley in as his student and rmend that
he join the Cleapolis Society for Research in Traditional Medicine. In his opinion, as long as Kingley
was willing to work his way up one step at a time, he would definitely be a highly-skilled doctor
who was famous throughout Qustia. However, before he could take Kingsley in as his student, the
latter had caused such a huge fuss! He said bitterly, “You’re cutting your future short, son! The bigwigs
in the field of medicine are all here today. If you leave a bad impression on them, you’ll have a hard
road ahead of you!”“Don’t worry, Professor Gershwin. Firstly, I have no ns of joining the field of
medicine in the future. Secondly, I’m certain that I can cure Joshua.” Kingsley smiled a faint smile.
“Those people don’t matter at all, so you don’t have to worry about me.”“You…” n was stunned.
“Why aren’t you gonna continue to develop your career in medicine? You’re so gifted in traditional
medicine, after all.” Kingsley replied solemnly, stressing each word, “That isn’t where my ambitions lie.”Content property of N?velDra/ma.Org.
He was Ares, the God of War who protected hundreds of millions of Qustian citizens. Even if they were
now in times of peace, he still had to hold onto his weapon and stay vignt at all times to keep
Sweoyan spies from infiltrating Qustia. He had learned traditional medicine not to use it as a tool to
seek undeserved fame and reputation, but to protect his country and people better.Seeing the
determined look in his eyes, n let out a sigh of disappointment. “Well, it can’t be helped…” He took a
while to regain hisposure. Then, he spoke again, saying, “Kingsley, the hospital director wants me
to inform you that due to the overwhelming number of people being present today, you’ll be performing
medical treatment in Sunshine Auditorium at the outpatient building instead.”Kingsley sneered. “Since
they want to watch it, I’ll let them have a good look at it. It’s time to restore the name of Qustian
traditional medicine, anyway!”………Hill Crest Hospital had stopped receiving patients for today in
order to receive the medical bigwigs invited by Matt and Felix. At this moment, the outpatient building’s
Sunshine Auditorium was packed with all kinds of well-dressed medical professionals.Jeffred’s
forehead was covered in sweat as he was busy directing the hospital’s staff members to continue
moving chairs over from the conference room. Meanwhile, the gray-haired elderly schrs had taken
their seats and were whispering among themselves as they discussed the event today.“Mr. Rand, I
never thought you’d be here on invitation as well,” said a man in his fifties who wore a pair of ck-
rimmed sses. He was Ronald Duncan, the chairman of Foundation for Development of Traditional
Medicine.The old man sitting across from him was Scott Rand, the president of Cleapolis Society for
Research in Traditional Medicine, who was also the most prestigious among those who were present
today. He let out a snort with a grave expression, saying, “To think that somebody caused such a huge
sensation by bluffing under the pretense of traditional medicine! Am I gonna watch our fellow
countrymenbel traditional medicine as mystical hocus-pocus instead of teaching this brat a lesson
myself?”Ronald nodded. “You’re right. Our country’s traditional medicine has been passed down for
thousands of years. How could we let such a rascal cken its name?!”