I Am the Ruler of All

Scott gave an audible gulp with all his might. He wasn't profoundly skilled in acupuncture, but as the president of Cleapolis Society for Research in Traditional Medicine, he had seen many acupuncture experts perform on patients. Even so, he had never seen such a strange and unusual technique before. The fact that the gold needles had vibrated and buzzed after being inserted into the acupuncture points simply turned his world upside down. Turning to look at Blake, he asked in a whisper, "Mr. Hemsworth, h-have you seen this technique before?"

"No, I haven't…" Blake furrowed his brow with a look of puzzlement. "I've spent most of my life researching traditional acupuncture, but this is my first time seeing someone who can perform acupuncture with such fluid movements. And besides, this acupuncture technique seems to be—"

However, before he could finish his sentence, Matt said with a sneer, "Haven't you guys noticed it yet, everyone? This brat doesn't know anything! He's simply jabbing the patient's acupuncture points randomly, which is why you guys can't tell what he's doing!"

The instant he said so, everyone nodded repeatedly in agreement.

"That's right. It's obvious at a glance that this brat is putting on a show; he isn't treating the patient at all!"

"Even Mr. Hemsworth has never seen such an acupuncture technique. Seems like he's undoubtedly a conman!"

The doctors from other hospitals also tried to get a word in.

However, Blake was still knitting his brow with his eyes full of shock and uncertainty. He hadn't finished his sentence just now. He had wanted to say that the acupuncture technique Kingsley was using seemed to be the long-lost Gorgion's technique, which he had read about in a tattered ancient book that had belonged to his teacher. If the technique were to be used to its full potential, it could bring the dead back to life, and prolong the person's lifespan!

Seeing Blake's expression, Ronald asked, "Mr. Hemsworth, what's wrong with you? Are you feeling unwell or something?"

"N-Nothing…" Blake slowly shook his head after coming to his senses all of a sudden. He laughed at himself inwardly. I must've been crazy. How could such a young man possibly be using the long-lost Gorgion's technique? Even my teacher, who is already over 100 years old, had only heard of it from his teacher's teacher! At the thought of this, he let out a sigh. If Gorgion's technique still exists, there's no way those foreigners could have the opportunity to yell at us on Qustian soil.

Upon hearing Blake's sigh, Hewlett said with a sneer, "Ha! Old man, do you also think that your trashy traditional medicine is useless?"

The other Mitteran experts guffawed arrogantly as well. "Haha…"

However, before they could stop laughing, they heard a doctor from Cleapolis Rehabilitation Research Center say in horror, "L-Look! H-He's moving!"

Everyone looked in the direction he was pointing and looked at Joshua, only to notice that his right toes really gave a slight wiggle!

What?! In an instant, the whole room was in an uproar. A person who had been paralyzed for over ten years due to lumbar spinal injury was now able to control the movements of his toes! In an instant, the entire Sunshine Auditorium was shocked and thrown into an endless frenzy!

"Gasp… Am I seeing things?! Did that patient really move his toes?!"

"Oh, my God! This is simply as miraculous as reviving someone from a vegetative state!"