I Am the Ruler of All

"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 at 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 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.