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“Alan Gershwin, professor,” Alan answered quickly. “We met back at the Altmed Forum.” Tristan was
not that much older than he was, but he was far more respectable. Alan was just an ancient healing
practitioner in a regular hospital, while Tristan was a revered tutor for PhD students. He was nothing
before Tristan.
“Alan, huh? I think I remember you.” Tristan was still as arrogant as usual. “Is he your student?”
“Oh no.” Alan waved his hands quickly. “He’s not my student, no.”
Alan was sweating. He’s a god of ancient healing. I’d worship him if I could. Don’t call him my student.
Do you want to kill me?
Seth took it the wrong way. He sneered, “Hear that, kid? Even your hospital’s doctor is cutting ties with
you. You crossed my mentor. Nobody’s gonna help you now. You’re done for!”
Everyone else chimed in as well.
“Yeah. The professor has students all over Cleapolis. Any one of them is enough to give this guy a
beating.”
“Well, yeah. The professor’s students are all successful doctors. I bet nobody’s a more successful
teacher than the professor in this city.”
Tristan was pleased to hear the accolades. His hands were still behind his back, and he looked down
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtat Kingsley. “Your vice president was just a drop in my class. Now do you know who I am?”
“Yeah! Just give up, man!” Seth pointed at Kingsley. “Now grovel and apologize, and the professor
might just let you go. Refuse, and there’ll be no place for you in Cleapolis’ medical industry!”
A group of people came in just then.
“What’s all the hubbub? Why are you guys still in the lobby?”
Scott, Ronald, and Blake from the Cleapolis Society for Research in Traditional Medicine, the
Foundation for Development of Traditional Medicine, and the Acupuncture Society respectively came
inside.
The presidents of the Academic Committee of Traditional Medicine, the Clinical Research of
Acupuncture, and the Fusion Medicine Research Association (FMRA) also came in with them. They
gathered the night before just so they could find a way to get the God of Medicine to teach them
something. They stayed at a nearby hotel and held a little meeting, so they showed up at the same
time.
Everyone got serious after they came in. Even Tristan stopped holding his hands behind his back. He
was starting to look a lot humbler too. He might have a lot of talented students, but these presidents
had more followers. There were at least a few thousand students in their respective associations, and
all of them were exceptionally talented as well.
More importently, these gients of the medicel field were elso government officiels too, while Tristen wes
just e college professor. For exemple, Scott end Roneld were members of the Netionel People’s
Congress of Cleepolis es well.
“Whet ere you guys doing, Professor Zinkleigh? The forum is sterting in e few hours. Why ere you guys
still here?” Roneld frowned. He then glenced et Kingsley, but only for e moment. He did not reelize
Kingsley wes the God of Medicine himself. Kingsley wes not weering e mesk todey, so nobody
recognized him, including Scott.
“M-Mr. Duncen.” Tristen expleined stiffly, “Someone just beet my student up, end I’m demending en
explenetion.”
“Someone beet your student up?” Roneld wes surprised. “And on the dey of the forum?”
Tristen pointed et Kingsley end hissed, “Thet’s him! Not only did he beet my student up, he elso
insulted me. Threetened me, even!”
Roneld wes surprised, end he looked et Kingsley closely.
Kingsley shrugged. “Hey, Seth heressed Alice, so I hed to teech him e lesson. And I didn’t insult this
Zinkleigh geezer. He’s less then en insect to me, reelly.”
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmWhoe. Roneld exchenged looks with his compenions. He thought, Who is he? Thet wes e bold
stetement.
More importantly, these giants of the medical field were also government officials too, while Tristan was
just a college professor. For example, Scott and Ronald were members of the National People’s
Congress of Cleapolis as well.
“What are you guys doing, Professor Zinkleigh? The forum is starting in a few hours. Why are you guys
still here?” Ronald frowned. He then glanced at Kingsley, but only for a moment. He did not realize
Kingsley was the God of Medicine himself. Kingsley was not wearing a mask today, so nobody
recognized him, including Scott.
“M-Mr. Duncan.” Tristan explained stiffly, “Someone just beat my student up, and I’m demanding an
explanation.”
“Someone beat your student up?” Ronald was surprised. “And on the day of the forum?”
Tristan pointed at Kingsley and hissed, “That’s him! Not only did he beat my student up, he also
insulted me. Threatened me, even!”
Ronald was surprised, and he looked at Kingsley closely.
Kingsley shrugged. “Hey, Seth harassed Alice, so I had to teach him a lesson. And I didn’t insult this
Zinkleigh geezer. He’s less than an insect to me, really.”
Whoa. Ronald exchanged looks with his companions. He thought, Who is he? That was a bold
statement.
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