The Established Siblings Of The Pack
Chapter 238

The Established Siblings Of The Pack Chapter 238

Chapter 238

Everyone was soon settled into their rooms.At ten in the morning, the 18th Cleapolis Medical Forumofficially started.There was not a lot planned for the morning.As usual, after the host made the openingspeech, they introduced the experts present and the topics that would be discussed in the next threedays.At half past eleven, they dispersed for their lunch buffet.After taking a simple meal for herself,Alice said to Kingsley, “We have two hours for our lunch break. Let’s explore the foot of MountCrowler.”It just so happened that Kingsley was interested in exploring as well. Hence, the two of themdeparted toward the mountain.Just as they arrived at the foot of the mountain, they saw severalmuscular men dressed in black suits walking over. The group of men had fierce looks on their faces.“B-Boss?”The man who spoke was Wendell, the right-hand man of Baron.At the sight of Kingsley, thehostility in Wendell’s expression melted away. “Why are you here, boss?”“I was about to ask you that.Why are you here?” Kingsley wondered. “Jadeland Heights has been booked out, right? How did youget in?”“I know the security guard captain here. He let us in,” Wendell answered with an awkwardchuckle.“We got a job here. Tonight, we are to kill someone in Mount Crowler, so we came to scout outthe area.”“Who are you killing?” A look flashed in Kingsley’s eyes.“We don’t know yet. The guy said hewould be bringing the target into the mountains. We just need to kill him.”Wendell did not dare lie toKingsley. “However, from the way he spoke, I think they would be having their way with Dr. Kramerafter luring the target away…”When Alice heard that, her face twisted with realization. “Dr.Kramer?”Wendell glanced at her before saying, in an attempt at flattery, “You are… his wife?”“She ismy sister,” Kingsley answered with a frown. “You can also call her Dr. Kramer.”Wendell was at a loss forwords.Suddenly, all the blood fled from his face.It took a while before Wendell could stammer out, “D-Dr. Kramer? That brat wants your sister! That means the person he wants dead is…”At that, hesuddenly stopped speaking. Seeing the icy look in Kingsley’s eyes made Wendell’s heart sink.Why washe so cursed?How could a simple job result in going up against this invincible man?Afraid that Kingsleywould be mad at him, he hurriedly explained,“Boss, I did not know he wanted to kill you! If I had known,I would never have dared to accept the job!”He quickly shuffled away. “We will go right now!

Immediately!”“Wait.”Kingsley narrowed his eyes. “Since he’s going to kill me, I would never let him walkfree so easily.”“You mean to say…”“Give him a taste of his own medicine.”Ten minutes later.The twomen were done hashing out their plan.With the new revelation, Alice was no longer in the mood forsightseeing. Hence, she and Kingsley went back to their rooms.At half past one, everyone gathered inthe largest conference room in Jadeland Heights for the first discussion of the event.To everyone’ssurprise, the first to speak was Director Wayne of Cleapolis’s Health Bureau.Dylan walked up on stageand cleared his throat.“Our first topic of the year is the treatment of comatose patients,” he said with asmile. “Which is more effective; modern medicine or traditional medicine?”Everyone looked at eachother. No one spoke.For a moment, there was an awkward silence in the hall.After a few longmoments, Scott finally spoke up. “Director Wayne, I do not believe such a topic is officially listed for thisyear’s discussions. Moreover, there is no meaning in comparing traditional medicine with modernmedicine!”“I disagree with that view,” protested an old man in a suit.“My specialty is researchingprolonged disorders of consciousness caused by trauma to the brain, also known as the vegetativestate.I can tell you with utmost confidence that modern medicine is at an undeniable advantage when itcomes to the treatment and care of such patients. Traditional medicine cannot compare!”The doctorwho spoke was Liam Clayton, a man in his sixties who was equally as renowned and experienced asScott.For most of his life, he worked in Mittera. It was only in the past years that he had been invitedback to work in the local hospitals.As someone who used to be a permanent resident of Mittera, helooked down on everything that came from the Empire of Qustia, including their traditional medicineskills.