The Supreme Man: Took Everything in Power

Chapter 616 Which Lineage Do You Belong To?

The members of the Kean Family sneered at Kinglsey's remark.

"No such thing as making a mistake? Aren't you being too conceited?"

"Old Mr. Kean is still lying in bed, bleeding from seven orifices! How dare you say such things!"

At this moment, the servant came over with a tea tray and respectfully called, "Mr. Kean, Young Master, the tea is ready."

Stanley hurriedly asked Herman to sit on the nearby sofa and personally poured him a cup of tea.

At such hospitality, Herman was both flattered, appearing somewhat smug.

As an insignificant ancient doctor, he wouldn't have received such respect from Stanley if it hadn't been for the fact that Julian's life was hanging by a thread and depending on him.

Herman decided to enjoy the moment.

He took the tea from Stanley and blew on it gently, looking quite satisfied.

A sip of the tea boosted his ego, and he asked Kingsley with smugness, "Hey, you. Which lineage in the field of traditional medicine do you belong to? The Todd School of the Medical Saint or the Ezekiel School of Medical Lord?"

Herman intended to suppress and teach Kingsley a lesson in order to dispel the impact of his previous mistake in acupuncture.

At the same time, he wanted to show off his strength and status in the traditional medicine community.

Perhaps, if the members of the Kean Family saw his high status, they would consider seeking him out as their exclusive doctor.

If that were the case, he wouldn't have to worry about money for the rest of his life!

Kingsley glanced at him and replied, "None. I don't belong to any lineage. I just learned a little bit from my godfather."

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When Kingsley stated that he didn't belong to any lineage, Herman laughed so hard that he spewed out the tea.

With a disdainful look, Herman mocked, "So, you're just a rootless barefoot doctor! No wonder you turned Old Mr. Kean into such a state!"

Stanley's expression turned grim.

He deeply regretted his decision earlier.

If he had known that Kingsley was a fraud, he wouldn't have agreed to let Kingsley treat his father just now.

With a raging fire of resentment burning inside him, Stanley turned toward his son.

"Look at this man you brought in! The God of Medicine my *ss! Andrew, you're truly good at accomplishing nothing and causing trouble!" Stanley's voice was filled with anger.

"I-I didn't know that he's a fraud!" Andrew was frustrated too.

Over the past few days, he had faced numerous criticisms and mocking remarks for his obsessive search for Boris.

And now, his father was publicly berating him in front of their relatives, accusing him of being useless and causing trouble!

The accumulated frustration and humiliation inside him suddenly erupted.

Andrew clenched his fists and said fiercely to Kingsley through gritted teeth, "Nicholson, I'll make sure you pay terribly for this!"

Unable to vent his anger on Xaria, Andrew could only direct all his rage toward Kingsley.

Noticing the bulging veins on Andrew's forehead, Herman quickly spoke up.

"Young Master Andrew, this guy is a disgrace and a black sheep in the traditional medicine community! Allow me to teach him a lesson on your behalf!"

In a stern tone, Herman berated Kingsley.

"Do you know that the traditional medicine community values tradition and lineage the most?!

"How dare you, a nobody without proper lineage, masquerade as the God of Medicine and deceive us!"

Kingsley looked at Herman with indifference and replied, "Although I don't have the kind of lineage you mentioned, many have expressed their desire to become my disciples."

"There are people who want to be your disciple?!" Herman laughed disdainfully.

"You think anyone would be foolish enough to worship you, a piece of garbage, as their master?"

The relatives of the Kean Family also joined in mocking him. "Jeez, this young man is truly arrogant! Even at this point, he's still pretending!"

With his legs crossed, Herman continued, "Don't be so stubborn. Here's the deal. If you kneel and offer me a cup of tea as a gesture of apprenticeship, I'll consider taking you as my registered disciple. How does that sound?"

Kingsley smirked. "Sounds terrible. You don't deserve to be a master!'"