I Am the Ruler of All

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 incompetent as to vent his anger on
an innocent lady. 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, Alan 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!"
Alan had cherished Kingsley's gift for medicine ever since he saw how the latter stopped his bleeding by hitting his acupuncture
points. Because of that, he wanted to take Kingsley in as his student and recommend 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 become 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 plans 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..." Alan 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." 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

vigilant 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, Alan let out a sigh of disappointment. "Well, it can't be helped..." He took a while to
regain his composure. 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!"
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...
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 scholars had taken their seats and were whispering among
themselves as they discussed the event today.
"Mr. Ragland, I never thought you'd be here on invitation as well," said a man in his fifties who wore a pair of black-rimmed
glasses. He was Ronald Duncan, the chairman of Foundation for Development of Traditional Medicine.
The old man sitting across from him was Scott Ragland, 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 countrymen label 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 blacken its name?!"