I Am the Ruler of All (Kingsley) novel Chapter 183

Even though Matt had something to do with the tragic fire 17 years ago, Kingsley wouldn't take it out on Cecilia because of that. After all, she and Alice had been taking turns looking after Keene these days. He wasn't as incompetent as to vent his anger on an innocent lady. Moreover, he didn't want the close friendship between Keene and Cecilia to be affected because of him.

Upon hearing how Kingsley made light 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 bedside and grabbed Reene's hand. "Reene, Kingsley is too stubborn. He insists on brazening it out and curing a paralytic patient. You've got to talk him out of this!"

Before Reene could speak, though, there was a sudden knock on the door.

The next instant, Alan pushed the door open and came in. "Kingsley, why are you only here now? I've been searching for you all day yesterday!" His head was still swathed in bandages after being injured with a baseball bat by Louie earlier on. "Kingsley, you've gotten yourself into huge trouble this time!" He looked panic-stricken. "I know that you have profound knowledge of traditional medicine, but this matter is very serious. It might affect your future!"

Alan had cherished Kingsley's gift for medicine ever since he saw how the latter stopped his bleeding by hitting his acupuncture points. Because of that, he wanted to take Kingsley in as his student and recommend that he join the Cleapolis Society for Research in Traditional Medicine. In his opinion, as long as Kingley was willing to work his way up one step at a time, he would definitely become a highly-skilled doctor who was famous throughout Qustia. However, before he could take Kingsley in as his student, the latter had caused such a huge fuss! He said bitterly, "You're cutting your future short, son! The bigwigs in the field of medicine are all here today. If you leave a bad impression on them, you'll have a hard road ahead of you!"

"Don't worry, Professor Gershwin. Firstly, I have no plans of joining the field of medicine 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 traditional medicine, after all."

among themselves as they discussed the event today.

"Mr. Ragland, I never 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 Traditional Medicine.

The old man sitting across from him was Scott Ragland, the president of Cleapolis Society for Research in Traditional Medicine, who was also the most prestigious among those who were present today. He let out a snort with a grave expression, saying, "To think that somebody caused such a huge sensation by bluffing under the pretense of traditional medicine! Am I gonna watch our fellow countrymen label traditional medicine as mystical hocus-pocus instead of teaching this brat a lesson myself?"

Ronald nodded. "You're right. Our country's traditional medicine has been passed down for thousands of years. How could we let such a rascal blacken its name?!"