I Am the Ruler of All

"Alan Gershwin, professor," Alan answered quickly. "We met back at the Altmed Forum." Tristan was not that much older than he
was, but he was far more respectable. Alan was just an ancient healing practitioner in a regular hospital, while Tristan was a
revered tutor for PhD students. He was nothing before Tristan.
"Alan, huh? I think I remember you." Tristan was still as arrogant as usual. "Is he your student?"
"Oh no." Alan waved his hands quickly. "He's not my student, no."
Alan was sweating. He's a god of ancient healing. I'd worship him if I could. Don't call him my student. Do you want to kill me?
Seth took it the wrong way. He sneered, "Hear that, kid? Even your hospital's doctor is cutting ties with you. You crossed my
mentor. Nobody's gonna help you now. You're done for!"
Everyone else chimed in as well.
"Yeah. The professor has students all over Cleapolis. Any one of them is enough to give this guy a beating."
"Well, yeah. The professor's students are all successful doctors. I bet nobody's a more successful teacher than the professor in
this city."
Tristan was pleased to hear the accolades. His hands were still behind his back, and he looked down at Kingsley. "Your vice
president was just a drop in my class. Now do you know who I am?"
"Yeah! Just give up, man!" Seth pointed at Kingsley. "Now grovel and apologize, and the professor might just let you go. Refuse,
and there'll be no place for you in Cleapolis' medical industry!"
A group of people came in just then.
"What's all the hubbub? Why are you guys still in the lobby?"
Scott, Ronald, and Blake from the Cleapolis Society for Research in Traditional Medicine, the Foundation for Development of

Traditional Medicine, and the Acupuncture Society respectively came inside.
The presidents of the Academic Committee of Traditional Medicine, the Clinical Research of Acupuncture, and the Fusion
Medicine Research Association (FMRA) also came in with them. They gathered the night before just so they could find a way to
get the God of Medicine to teach them something. They stayed at a nearby hotel and held a little meeting, so they showed up at
the same time.
Everyone got serious after they came in. Even Tristan stopped holding his hands behind his back. He was starting to look a lot
humbler too. He might have a lot of talented students, but these presidents had more followers. There were at least a few
thousand students in their respective associations, and all of them were exceptionally talented as well.
More importantly, these giants of the medical field were also government officials too, while Tristan was just a college professor.
For example, Scott and Ronald were members of the National People's Congress of Cleapolis as well.
"What are you guys doing, Professor Zinkleigh? The forum is starting in a few hours. Why are you guys still here?" Ronald
frowned. He then glanced at Kingsley, but only for a moment. He did not realize Kingsley was the God of Medicine himself.
Kingsley was not wearing a mask today, so nobody recognized him, including Scott.
"M-Mr. Duncan." Tristan explained stiffly, "Someone just beat my student up, and I'm demanding an explanation."
"Someone beat your student up?" Ronald was surprised. "And on the day of the forum?"
Tristan pointed at Kingsley and hissed, "That's him! Not only did he beat my student up, he also insulted me. Threatened me,
even!"
Ronald was surprised, and he looked at Kingsley closely.
Kingsley shrugged. "Hey, Seth harassed Alice, so I had to teach him a lesson. And I didn't insult this Zinkleigh geezer. He's less
than an insect to me, really."
Whoa. Ronald exchanged looks with his companions. He thought, Who is he? That was a bold statement.