I Am the Ruler of All

There was a slightly unpleasant look on Scott's face as he let out a loud huff. However, he had no retort for Liam.

Although he did not want to admit it, he knew deep down that Liam was right. There was nothing he could say against that.

"Please do not be so eager to object," Dylan said with a pacifying smile.

"This topic was certainly added in at the last minute, but it concerns all of you."

"What do you mean by that, Director Wayne?" asked Scott.

Dylan smiled and stopped beating around the bush.

"Francis Stein, the Chairman of Ramada Corporation, has offered the Health Bureau a 14-Million-Dollar reward. They want the best method to wake up someone in a vegetative coma!"

A roar rippled through the room.

In an instant, it was as if an explosion had happened.

14 million!

That was an outrageous sum!

"Everyone, please calm down! Please!"

Dylan waved his hands in the air in a gesture of silence, but two whole minutes passed before the loud chatter of debate eventually quieted down.

"Silence, please! Let me finish!" Dylan called out.

"Chairman Stein offered the reward to the Health Bureau because he wanted everyone to have a chance at it!

No matter how big or small your organization or hospital is, the most talented person will win the prize money!"

Dylan swept his gaze across the room.

"As the sum is huge and Chairman Stein is a major player in the Cleapolis' economy, I have to treat his money responsibly!

Hence, I plan to take great care of every step of the process. Our first step is to discuss which is more effective; modern or traditional medicine.

Next, we will seek out the best group of talents who operate in that field."

Hearing that, most of the doctors whose specialties lay in other fields let out sighs of disappointment as envy painted their faces.

As for the neurologists and neurosurgeons, particularly Liam, they were all brimming with excitement.

In fact, Liam's face was trembling with anticipation when he eventually spoke.

"In over forty years of my career, I have woken up two comatose patients! It is obvious that modern medicine is the most effective way!"

He then turned to Scott and tauntingly said, "Has anyone who studied traditional medicine ever achieved such results?"

"Well..." Scott hesitated. "Not yet, but that does not mean it won't happen in the future!"

"In the future?" Liam sneered. "Don't you feel ashamed to be saying that?"

Scott's face went bright red as emotions warred in him.

It was true that he did not have the nerve to be sure, but that did not mean he could allow the prize money to just slip out of his hands.

After all, that money could fund the entire traditional medicine research field and speed up its advancement by at least five years.

Just as he was hesitating, Ronald whispered to him.

"What are you worried about? Dr. Nicholson's Gorgion's technique could revive the dead! Curing a comatose patient is nothing!"

Hearing that, Scott slapped himself in the head. "That's right! How could I forget about him?"

He glanced at Kingsley, who was sitting in the back of the room, and he regained his confidence.

"Professor Clayton," he called back, "the two patients you cured are nothing! As long as it is a great doctor of our field, anything can be cured!"

As soon as he said that...