The Supreme Man: Took Everything in Power

Chapter 617 A Real God of Medicine

When those words came out of Kingsley's mouth, Herman's face turned black instantly.

Herman claimed that he would accept Kingsley as his registered disciple. But actually, he just wanted to humiliate Kingsley by making Kingsley kneel in front of everyone.

Unexpectedly, Kingsley turned the table and humiliated him instead.

"Well, I gave you a chance. You just wait for the wrath of the Keans and the traditional medicine community now!" Herman snorted.

Just then, footsteps came outside the bedroom.

"Mr. Kean, Young Master, Mr. Hemsworth is here," reported a servant.

As soon as the Keans heard that Blake had arrived, their spirits were lifted.

Even Herman quickly put down his crossed legs and respectfully stood up from the sofa.

The moment Blake entered the bedroom, his gaze fell on Kingsley, who stood there.

His heart trembled. Why is Dr. Nicholson here?!

Before he could ask that, Stanley and Andrew warmly greeted him.

"Mr. Hemsworth, you're finally here! You must save my father!" Stanley was more excited than when he saw Herman earlier.

At the same time, Herman also stepped forward and said respectfully, "Master, Old Mr. Kean—"

Blake raised his hand and cut Herman off. "We'll talk about the patient's condition later."

Upon hearing this, both Herman and the Keans were taken aback.

Isn't Blake here to treat Old Mr. Kean?

What else could he talk about other than Old Mr. Kean's condition?

Amidst their astonished gazes, Blake walked straight to Kingsley.

Suddenly, Herman realized something.

I just mentioned the self-proclaimed God of Medicine on the phone.

Master can't stand anyone insulting or tarnishing the reputation of traditional medicine.

He must be determined to get rid of a menace like Nicholson from the traditional medicine community.

Thinking of this, Herman approached Blake with eagerness.

"Master, he's the swindling scoundrel! He—"

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Slap!

Blake swiftly spun around and slapped him hard in the face.

Stunned, Herman asked, "M-Master, why did you hit me?"

"Who did you call the swindling scoundrel?!"

Blake's old eyes widened with anger.

Utterly confused, Herman covered his face and stammered, "I-I was talking about Nicholson. That scoundrel doesn't even have a proper linea—"

Slap!

Once again, Blake slapped him hard, then chided angrily, "If you dare to disrespect Dr. Nicholson again, you'll be expelled!"

Everyone was shocked to the point of speechless.

Dr. Nicholson?!

The fact that Blake, the esteemed president of the Acupuncture Society, referred to Kingsley as a doctor was simply unbelievable.

In an instant, everyone's faces changed.

An incredible thought gradually formed in their heads.

Meanwhile, Herman was still in a daze, after being slapped twice, and he asked, "Dr. Nicholson? What Doctor? That man doesn't even have a proper lineage."

"Lineage this, lineage that! What's the use of lineage?!" scolded Blake with a frown.

"Dr. Nicholson masters all the lost ancient healing! His knowledge surpasses that of any Todds or Ezekiels by a thousandfold!

"Now, you tell me. Where could one find a lineage to learn the lost ancestral teachings?!"

Herman was completely dumbfounded by his master's words.

He never would have imagined that his master would hold such a high opinion of Kingsley.

Likewise, the Keans were also dumbfounded.

The fraud they had been looking down upon all along turned out to be a real God of Medicine.

Blake took a deep breath to calm down the anger in his heart.

Then, he respectfully said to Kingsley, "Dr. Nicholson, my disciple doesn't know any better. Please don't take offense!"