I Am the Ruler of All

Despite being scrutinized by everyone, the corner of Kingsley's mouth still quirked up into a faint smile, and his expression was extremely calm.

Mateo ended up in a vegetative state merely because Kingsley used a needle to block his bladder meridian. The blockage of his bladder meridian clogged his blood vessels and deprived his brain of blood supply, forming a short-term closure of the meridians.

That was why he showed vegetative-like impaired consciousness.

In truth, his state wouldn't even be considered or come close to a vegetative state if one strictly judged it based on electroencephalography.

Therefore, it was pretty easy for Kingsley to perform the treatment now. He only needed to use acupuncture to dredge the blood in Mateo's meridian again. Despite seeming easy, he couldn't dredge the blood in one shot due to the high complexity and extreme fragility of the meridians of the brain.

For that reason, Kingsley needed to let the needle stay on the acupuncture points, drawing the blood back slowly and bit by bit.

The process required no action, and it would take about 10 minutes to resume the blood circulation to normal. Hence, all Kingsley needed to do was wait.

Since Kingsley knew what to expect, he was very much at ease.

However, the others were getting more and more impatient.

In their eyes, they only saw Kingsley kept standing aside with his hands behind his back after he pinned those needles on Mateo's head.

To them, Kingsley seemed to have no intention to proceed with the treatment at all.

Finally, someone couldn't stand any longer and shouted after 5 minutes, "Say: can you even do it?! Isn't this just a waste of time?!"

Seeing that someone had taken the lead, the others immediately followed and yelled in a loud voice, "What's the meaning of this? Just ask us to dumbfoundedly stare at this person in a vegetative state with needles on his head? In that case, we might as well look at a goddamn cactus!"

"That's right! Do you even know how to cure him? Hurry up and tell us if you can't. Don't waste our time!"

"From what I see: he's a liar. I guess he doesn't know how to wind up this situation."

Meanwhile, Liam was watching closely. He was still a little worried at first. However, he was relieved at this time after he saw nothing miraculous happen.

With his hands behind his back, he looked at Kingsley with contempt. "Kid, this is simply an impossible task. No one will laugh at you even if you can't do it. So I think you should stop being stubborn."

After hearing that, Dylan also expressed his opinion. "Yeah! This was a temporarily interposed schedule, and it has also delayed the official progress of the forum. You'd better not waste your time!"

Meanwhile, Scott and the others looked at each other with intricating looks on their faces. Initially, they had extreme trust in Kingsley in their heart and had been looking forward to a miracle happening again.

However, Kingsley's current performance disappointed them indeed. Hence, they couldn't help but doubt his capability.

At that moment, a white-haired man whispered, "Say: could it be that we've made a wrong judgment? Could it be that he's actually not the God of Medicine at all?"

Hearing that, Scott frowned. "Don't spew nonsense. Didn't you all witness it with your own eyes that he cured a paralyzed patient on the spot last time at Hill Crest Hospital?!"

Immediately afterward, someone voiced their doubt. "But—I heard the news from President Fox of Prime Corporation that the paralyzed patient was an actor hired by Kingsley."

"Yeah. I've heard this statement too," another old master next to him whispered, "That patient really does seem to have known Kingsley for a long time indeed."

In the meantime, Blake's facial expression turned gloomy as well when he heard the nonsense spewed by these elders.

"Why do you all keep asking him to teach you if you all have already suspected him? Is it because you guys are afraid of missing out on a gem in the medical world? Even if it looks like sh*t, you will only be satisfied after having a taste of it?"

"You—"

Those few senior leaders who suspected Kingsley became speechless. Finally, they could only snort derisively and stop talking.

Although their voices weren't loud, the people in the front row could hear them very well.