The Established Siblings Of The Pack

Chapter 183

worry, Professor Gershwin. Firstly, I have no plans of joining the field of medicine in the future. Secondly, I’m certain that I can cure Joshua.” Kingsley smiled a faint smile. “Those people don’t matter at all, so you don’t have to worry about me.”“You…” Alan was stunned. “Why aren’t you gonna continue to develop your career in medicine? You’re so gifted in traditional medicine, after all.” Kingsley replied solemnly, stressing each word, “That isn’t where my ambitions lie.” He was Ares, the God of War who protected hundreds of millions of Qustian citizens. Even if they were now in times of peace, he still had to hold onto his weapon and stay vigilant at all times to keep Sweoyan spies from infiltrating Qustia. He had learned traditional medicine not to use it as a tool to seek undeserved fame and reputation, but to protect his country and people better.Seeing the determined look in his eyes, Alan let out a sigh of disappointment. “Well, it can’t be helped…” He took a while to regain his composure. Then, he spoke again, saying, “Kingsley, the hospital director wants me to inform you that due to the overwhelming number of people being present today, you’ll be performing medical treatment in Sunshine Auditorium at the outpatient building instead.”Kingsley sneered. “Since they want to watch it, I’ll let them have a good look at it. It’s time to restore the name of Qustian traditional medicine, anyway!”………Hill Crest Hospital had stopped receiving patients for today in order to receive the medical bigwigs invited by Matt and Felix. At this moment, the outpatient building’s Sunshine Auditorium was packed with all kinds of well-dressed medical professionals.Jeffred’s forehead was covered in sweat as he was busy directing the hospital’s staff members to continue moving chairs over from the conference room. Meanwhile, the gray-haired elderly scholars had taken their seats and were whispering among themselves as they discussed the event today.“Mr. Ragland, I never thought you’d be here on invitation as well,” said a man in his fifties who wore a pair of black-rimmed glasses. He was Ronald Duncan, the chairman of Foundation for Development of Traditional Medicine.The old man sitting across from him was Scott Ragland, the president of Cleapolis Society for Research in Traditional Medicine, who was also the most