All the faces of these elderly medical scholars turned livid with rage. They were somewhat embarrassed by the fact that they had been taunted like this by a bunch of Mitterans on Qustian soil.

Just then, someone from the Society for Research in Integrated Traditional and Modern Medicine spoke. "It's wrong of you to say that, gentlemen. Both modern medicine and Qustian traditional medicine have their own merits."

"Ho ho… What kind of merit does Qustian traditional medicine have? Why don't I know that?" retorted Hewlett Taft, the man leading the team of Mitteran experts. He continued disdainfully, "Do you think you can cure diseases by drinking some plant decoction and jabbing needles in the skin? What a colossal joke that is!" Crossing his legs, he added contemptuously, "Do you know what this kind of behavior is called in Mittera? It's called witchcraft!"

"How dare you!" Infuriated by his words, the elderly scholars trembled all over and breathed heavily with rage. If it weren't for the sake of decency, they'd have come to blows with these Mitterans right away!

Scott, in particular, was frothing at the mouth. He said angrily, "How outrageous! This is outrageous! How dare you make such insults about the medical skills that have been passed down in Qustia for generations!"

"We aren't insulting anything! We're just telling the truth!" Hewlett replied arrogantly while raising his chin. "If you guys really have guts, just cure the person using the so-called traditional medicine, you pieces of trash!"

What the heck?! As soon as he said that, the few elderly experts in traditional medicine flew into a rage, and so did the reporters and the onlooking citizens. They yelled loudly, "Get out of Qustia, you bunch of foreigners! We don't welcome you all! Screw you!"


Hewlett threw his hands up with a look of contempt. "Ha! Is that all you Qustians can do, relying on your numbers? Cure the person if you can!"

Scott, Ronald, and the others exchanged glances with bitter looks on their faces. What could they do? Joshua's injuries were beyond repair.

Hearing how everyone was still clamoring in a frenzy of rage, Scott turned to look at Blake, the president of Cleapolis Acupuncture Society. He asked, "Mr. Hemsworth, your acupuncture skills have reached the acme of perfection. May I ask if you're confident of curing the person?" Believing that Kingsley was a conman, he had no choice but to place his hopes on Blake.

"Well…" Blake licked his dry lips. "Forgive me for being blunt, but no one can help the patient get back on his feet unless there's a miracle…"

Upon hearing his words, everyone looked utterly disappointed.

However, Hewlett said with a guffaw, "Haha! You guys are simply incapable of that! It's not that I'm looking down on you guys. If you guys can help him get on his feet, I'll eat his wheelchair!"

The instant he said so, the dozen Mitteran experts immediately roared with laughter. "Haha…"

Just as everyone looked as black as thunder, an icy voice reached everyone's ears. "What a huge appetite you have, Mitterans! Well, in that case, I'll grant this wish of yours!"

Everyone immediately looked in the voice's direction, only to see a tall and dignified figure coming their way with big strides. He was wearing a face mask that revealed a pair of dashing eyebrows and sparkling eyes that were full of pride and righteousness.

The man was none other than Kingsley himself. Following behind him were Alice, Cecilia, and Alan, who were very furious upon hearing Hewlett's sarcastic remarks just now.

The Novel will be updated daily. Come back and continue reading tomorrow, everyone!

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