The Established Siblings Of The Pack
Chapter 183

The Established Siblings Of The Pack Chapter 183

Chapter 183

Even though Matt had something to do with the tragic fire 17 years ago, Kingsley wouldn’t take it out onCecilia 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 closefriendship between Reene and Cecilia to be affected because of him.Upon hearing how Kingsley madelight 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 bedsideand grabbed Reene’s hand. “Reene, Kingsley is too stubborn. He insists on brazening it out and curinga paralytic patient. You’ve got to talk him out of this!”Before Reene could speak, though, there was asudden knock on the door.The next instant, Alan pushed the door open and came in. “Kingsley, whyare you only here now? I’ve been searching for you all day yesterday!” His head was still swathed inbandages after being injured with a baseball bat by Louie earlier on. “Kingsley, you’ve gotten yourselfinto huge trouble this time!” He looked panic-stricken. “I know that you have profound knowledge oftraditional medicine, but this matter is very serious. It might affect your future!”Alan had cherishedKingsley’s gift for medicine ever since he saw how the latter stopped his bleeding by hitting hisacupuncture points. Because of that, he wanted to take Kingsley in as his student and recommend thathe join the Cleapolis Society for Research in Traditional Medicine. In his opinion, as long as Kingleywas willing to work his way up one step at a time, he would definitely become a highly-skilled doctorwho was famous throughout Qustia. However, before he could take Kingsley in as his student, thelatter had caused such a huge fuss! He said bitterly, “You’re cutting your future short, son! The bigwigsin the field of medicine are all here today. If you leave a bad impression on them, you’ll have a hardroad ahead of you!”“Don’t worry, Professor Gershwin. Firstly, I have no plans of joining the field ofmedicine 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 traditionalmedicine, 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 werenow in times of peace, he still had to hold onto his weapon and stay vigilant at all times to keepSweoyan spies from infiltrating Qustia. He had learned traditional medicine not to use it as a tool toseek undeserved fame and reputation, but to protect his country and people better.Seeing thedetermined look in his eyes, Alan let out a sigh of disappointment. “Well, it can’t be helped…” He took awhile to regain his composure. Then, he spoke again, saying, “Kingsley, the hospital director wants meto inform you that due to the overwhelming number of people being present today, you’ll be performingmedical treatment in Sunshine Auditorium at the outpatient building instead.”Kingsley sneered. “Sincethey want to watch it, I’ll let them have a good look at it. It’s time to restore the name of Qustiantraditional medicine, anyway!”………Hill Crest Hospital had stopped receiving patients for today inorder to receive the medical bigwigs invited by Matt and Felix. At this moment, the outpatient building’sSunshine Auditorium was packed with all kinds of well-dressed medical professionals.Jeffred’sforehead was covered in sweat as he was busy directing the hospital’s staff members to continuemoving chairs over from the conference room. Meanwhile, the gray-haired elderly scholars had takentheir seats and were whispering among themselves as they discussed the event today.“Mr. Ragland, Inever 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 TraditionalMedicine.The old man sitting across from him was Scott Ragland, the president of Cleapolis Society forResearch in Traditional Medicine, who was also the most prestigious among those who were presenttoday. He let out a snort with a grave expression, saying, “To think that somebody caused such a hugesensation by bluffing under the pretense of traditional medicine! Am I gonna watch our fellowcountrymen label traditional medicine as mystical hocus-pocus instead of teaching this brat a lessonmyself?”Ronald nodded. “You’re right. Our country’s traditional medicine has been passed down forthousands of years. How could we let such a rascal blacken its name?!”