The Supreme Man: Took Everything in Power novel Chapter 619

At the same time, Herman was still crying and begging, "Dr. Nicholson... Master... I realize my mistake now…"

Thud! Andrew strode forward and kicked Herman to the ground.

Angrily, Andrew scolded, "D*mn it! You quack doctor. How dare you cry? How dare you disturb Mr. Hemsworth while he's treating my grandfather?"

Now, the situation was very clear.

As the president of the Acupuncture Society, Blake couldn't be that stupid as to mistake Kingsley for a master.

Therefore, it was without a doubt that Kingsley was a real God of Medicine.

On the other hand, Herman, who had been accusing Kingsley of malpractice, was the quack doctor himself!

"You d*mn b*stard! You not only caused my grandfather to cough up blood from your practice but also led us to misunderstand Dr. Nicholson!"

Full of anger, Andrew kicked Herman again.

Following each curse, he would kick Herman.

"And you still have the audacity to drink the tea that my father served you!"

"It's also thanks to you my father scolded me for being incompetent!"

"And you almost caused me to misunderstand Xaria!"

"I'm going to kick you to death today!"

When Andrew got enraged, even Alex was beaten to a pulp, let alone a mere ancient doctor.

Soon, Herman's body was covered in shoe marks.

"Enough," Stanley intervened. "You'll distract Mr. Hemsworth from treating your grandfather."

"Yes, Dad."

Andrew then pointed at Herman and threatened ferociously, "If you dare to say another word, I'll end you right here!"

With blood oozing from his mouth, Herman shook his head repeatedly to indicate that he wouldn't dare to speak again.

As the room quieted down, Blake began to check on Julian's pulse.

After a moment, Blake's expression changed slightly.

"The lesion is in Old Mr. Kean's head. His vital energy is in disorder, and there's congestion. I'm afraid there's only a five percent chance of success in treating him with acupuncture."

"Mr. Hemsworth, how come you say there's only a 5% chance of awakening Grandpa?"

"Ahem, ahem." Blake's face turned red as he coughed awkwardly.

"O-Of course, you can't compare me to Dr. Nicholson. He's capable of bringing the dead back to life. Even if I practice for another hundred years, I would still be far from reaching his level."

As Blake said that, he became puzzled.

"President Kean, Dr. Nicholson is right here. Why would you go through all this trouble to have me treat Old Mr. Kean instead? This—"

Blake wanted to say that it did not make any sense.

But it didn't sound quite right to say that out loud, so he stopped.

On the other hand, Stanley felt a bitter taste in his mouth but couldn't explain it to Blake.

What could he say?

He couldn't just say that his family had mistaken Kingsley as a fraud earlier, could he?

Not only did he and his family insult Kingsley repeatedly, but they even threatened to chop off Kingsley's hands to be buried together with Julian if things went wrong.