I Am the Ruler of All

All the faces of these elderly medical scholars turned livid with rage. They were somewhat embarrassed by the fact that they had
been taunted like this by a bunch of Mitterans on Qustian soil.
Just then, someone from the Society for Research in Integrated Traditional and Modern Medicine spoke. "It's wrong of you to say
that, gentlemen. Both modern medicine and Qustian traditional medicine have their own merits."
"Ho ho... What kind of merit does Qustian traditional medicine have? Why don't I know that?" retorted Hewlett Taft, the man
leading the team of Mitteran experts. He continued disdainfully, "Do you think you can cure diseases by drinking some plant
decoction and jabbing needles in the skin? What a colossal joke that is!" Crossing his legs, he added contemptuously, "Do you
know what this kind of behavior is called in Mittera? It's called witchcraft!"
"How dare you!" Infuriated by his words, the elderly scholars trembled all over and breathed heavily with rage. If it weren't for the
sake of decency, they'd have come to blows with these Mitterans right away!
Scott, in particular, was frothing at the mouth. He said angrily, "How outrageous! This is outrageous! How dare you make such
insults about the medical skills that have been passed down in Qustia for generations!"
"We aren't insulting anything! We're just telling the truth!" Hewlett replied arrogantly while raising his chin. "If you guys really have
guts, just cure the person using the so-called traditional medicine, you pieces of trash!"
What the heck?! As soon as he said that, the few elderly experts in traditional medicine flew into a rage, and so did the reporters
and the onlooking citizens. They yelled loudly, "Get out of Qustia, you bunch of foreigners! We don't welcome you all! Screw
you!"
Hewlett threw his hands up with a look of contempt. "Ha! Is that all you Qustians can do, relying on your numbers? Cure the
person if you can!"
Scott, Ronald, and the others exchanged glances with bitter looks on their faces. What could they do? Joshua's injuries were
beyond repair.
Hearing how everyone was still clamoring in a frenzy of rage, Scott turned to look at Blake, the president of Cleapolis

Acupuncture Society. He asked, "Mr. Hemsworth, your acupuncture skills have reached the acme of perfection. May I ask if
you're confident of curing the person?" Believing that Kingsley was a conman, he had no choice but to place his hopes on Blake.
"Well..." Blake licked his dry lips. "Forgive me for being blunt, but no one can help the patient get back on his feet unless there's
a miracle..."
Upon hearing his words, everyone looked utterly disappointed.
However, Hewlett said with a guffaw, "Haha! You guys are simply incapable of that! It's not that I'm looking down on you guys. If
you guys can help him get on his feet, I'll eat his wheelchair!"
The instant he said so, the dozen Mitteran experts immediately roared with laughter. "Haha..."
Just as everyone looked as black as thunder, an icy voice reached everyone's ears. "What a huge appetite you have, Mitterans!
Well, in that case, I'll grant this wish of yours!"
Everyone immediately looked in the voice's direction, only to see a tall and dignified figure coming their way with big strides. He
was wearing a face mask that revealed a pair of dashing eyebrows and sparkling eyes that were full of pride and righteousness.
The man was none other than Kingsley himself. Following behind him were Alice, Cecilia, and Alan, who were very furious upon
hearing Hewlett's sarcastic remarks just now.
Clenching her teeth, Alice asked, "Kingsley, didn't you say you're certain that you can treat the patient? Show these foreigners
what you're capable of, then!"
"Got it, Alice," Kingsley replied with a smile before coming to Joshua's side. Seeing the man's ruddy complexion, he couldn't help
but nod in satisfaction. "Don't worry, Mr. Johnson. I'll definitely let you stand up again today!"
What? His words caused an immediate uproar in the audience.
"What? So he's the one who claims he's gonna cure the paralytic patient?"

"How old is he this year? Has he even graduated from college? How could he have the nerve to talk so big?"
Everyone's eyes showed disbelief when they saw Kingsley's youthful appearance.
Hewlett looked Kingsley up and down before yelling at the latter in a condescending tone, "What did you just say, you piece of
trash? You're gonna grant my wish? That's too conceited of you! If you can't cure the patient today, I'm gonna publish a paper in
The Banner Chronicles to expose the quackery of Qustian traditional medicine after I go back to my country!"
Upon hearing Hewlett's words, Scott and the others changed color at once.