I Am the Ruler of All

Sitting beside them, Blake Hemsworth, the president of the Cleapolis Acupuncture Society, joined in the conversation. "That's
right! And besides, he claimed that he'd be using traditional acupuncture. I'd like to see how he's gonna perform acupuncture on
the patient!"
Upon hearing his words, those medical bigwigs immediately chimed in, "That's right. I'm afraid nobody in Cleapolis can outdo Mr.
Hemsworth when it comes to acupuncture skills!"
"Mr. Hemsworth, with your discerning eyes, you'll certainly be able to tell what that brat is capable of at a glance!"
Just then, Matt arrived at the scene as well. Folding his hands at the bigwigs, he said loudly, "Thank you everyone for taking time
out from your busy schedule to come here. Today, we must strip the fame-seeking conman of his disguise so that he'll no longer
be able to continue to commit fraud under the pretense of traditional medicine!"
As he spoke, the cameras kept flashing at the back of the crowd, just like during a press conference.
Ronald, the chairman of Foundation for Development of Traditional Medicine, asked, "Where is Mr. Felix Jacob? Why hasn't he
arrived yet?"
"Mr. Jacob can't join us today because he's got something else to deal with," Matt explained. "But if that brat fails to cure the
patient, he'll definitely do everything he can to bring that d*mned charlatan to justice!"
In reality, Felix wasn't here because he didn't want to come head-to-head with Kingsley. The assassin he had hired last time had
vanished without a trace. At such a critical moment, he dared not come head-to-head with Kingsley again. Therefore, he decided
to give instructions from behind the scenes and let Matt execute the plan out there.
At this moment, Jeffred finally had everyone taken care of. Wiping his sweat away, he came up to Matt and whispered,
"President Fox, are you trying to make Mr. Nicholson's medical skills famous all over the world, or are you trying to ruin him?" At
first, he had thought that Matt had gone to the trouble of inviting these bigwigs for the purpose of seeking backing for his
nephew-in-law. However, after hearing what Matt had said just now, he suddenly realized that something was amiss. It was clear
that Matt was trying to ruin Kingsley!

Matt darted a look at him. "Mr. Church, this is none of your concern. I have my own plans!"
"It's not a question of whether or not this is my concern." Jeffred slapped his thigh right away. "As you can see, all the hospitals in
Cleapolis have sent people here; even people from the military hospital are here! It's fine if you want to ruin Kingsley, but don't
drag me into this!" he said while pointing at the onlookers on the second floor, the third floor, and the fourth floor who were
leaning on the railings and looking down. Then, he continued with a sorrowful sigh, "Look! These people have nothing to do with
this, but they're here to watch the event, and there are more of them than our hospital's patients and doctors combined! If there's
any negative news coverage, won't I be implicated as well?!"
Matt patted him on the shoulder. "Don't worry. I've talked to these reporters beforehand, so they won't vilify your hospital."
Upon hearing this, Jeffred finally put his mind at rest. "I-In that case, I'll have the patient brought over."
After Matt nodded assent, Jeffred called Larry, the head of the hospital's general surgery department, asking the latter to bring
Joshua to the Sunshine Auditorium.
Sitting in his wheelchair, Joshua couldn't help breaking into a cold sweat in nervousness at the sight of the dense crowd before
him. He had never faced such a situation before!
At the sight of this, Leroy bent down and comforted him, saying, "Don't worry, Dad. Mr. Nicholson will surely cure you of your
illness. You have to trust him!"
Upon hearing his son's words, Joshua gradually recovered himself. "I trust him! I trust him!"
At the same time, Matt took out copies of Joshua's medical examination report and lumbar spine CT scans, distributing them to
everyone. He had made dozens of copies of the original documents after getting them from the doctor in the general surgery
department.
Upon getting their hands on Joshua's medical report, everyone commented on it, saying, "T-This is clearly a long-time illness.
How could he possibly have the chance to be cured?!"
"That's right! Not even the most sophisticated technology in modern medicine could help him get on his feet, right?"

As soon as the person said so, someone let out a snort from a corner of the crowd. "Ha! Qustians like to talk big, don't they?
They always make a mystery out of something that is unrealistic at all!"
Everyone looked back to see a dozen blonde and blue-eyed Mitterans sneering with looks of disdain on their faces. They were
the top experts Matt had hired from Mittera to treat Helen's heart disease.
Upon hearing their words of mockery, Scott, the president of Cleapolis Society for Research in Traditional Medicine, smacked his
hand down on the armrest of his chair. He said angrily, "Look! This is the consequence of misusing traditional medicine to
deceive the public and gain fame! Not only do our fellow countrymen not believe in traditional medicine anymore, but even these
foreigners dare to insult us!"