The Supreme Man: Took Everything in Power novel Chapter 616

The members of the Kean Family sneered at Kinglsey's remark.

"No such thing as making a mistake? Aren't you being too conceited?"

"Old Mr. Kean is still lying in bed, bleeding from seven orifices! How dare you say such things!"

At this moment, the servant came over with a tea tray and respectfully called, "Mr. Kean, Young Master, the tea is ready."

Stanley hurriedly asked Herman to sit on the nearby sofa and personally poured him a cup of tea.

At such hospitality, Herman was both flattered, appearing somewhat smug.

As an insignificant ancient doctor, he wouldn't have received such respect from Stanley if it hadn't been for the fact that Julian's life was hanging by a thread and depending on him.

Herman decided to enjoy the moment.

He took the tea from Stanley and blew on it gently, looking quite satisfied.

A sip of the tea boosted his ego, and he asked Kingsley with smugness, "Hey, you. Which lineage in the field of traditional medicine do you belong to? The Todd School of the Medical Saint or the Ezekiel School of Medical Lord?"

Herman intended to suppress and teach Kingsley a lesson in order to dispel the impact of his previous mistake in acupuncture.

At the same time, he wanted to show off his strength and status in the traditional medicine community.

Perhaps, if the members of the Kean Family saw his high status, they would consider seeking him out as their exclusive doctor.

If that were the case, he wouldn't have to worry about money for the rest of his life!

Kingsley glanced at him and replied, "None. I don't belong to any lineage. I just learned a little bit from my godfather."

"Ha-ha-ha-ha!"

When Kingsley stated that he didn't belong to any lineage, Herman laughed so hard that he spewed out the tea.

With a disdainful look, Herman mocked, "So, you're just a rootless barefoot doctor! No wonder you turned Old Mr. Kean into such a state!"

Stanley's expression turned grim.

He deeply regretted his decision earlier.

In a stern tone, Herman berated Kingsley.

"Do you know that the traditional medicine community values tradition and lineage the most?!

"How dare you, a nobody without proper lineage, masquerade as the God of Medicine and deceive us!"

Kingsley looked at Herman with indifference and replied, "Although I don't have the kind of lineage you mentioned, many have expressed their desire to become my disciples."

"There are people who want to be your disciple?!" Herman laughed disdainfully.

"You think anyone would be foolish enough to worship you, a piece of garbage, as their master?"

The relatives of the Kean Family also joined in mocking him. "Jeez, this young man is truly arrogant! Even at this point, he's still pretending!"

With his legs crossed, Herman continued, "Don't be so stubborn. Here's the deal. If you kneel and offer me a cup of tea as a gesture of apprenticeship, I'll consider taking you as my registered disciple. How does that sound?"

Kingsley smirked. "Sounds terrible. You don't deserve to be a master!'"