The morning arrived soon. Julian yawned as he stretched his hand on the fluffy bed he was sleeping on. The way luxurious life was so comfortable made him realize how these rich folks had been enjoying themselves and why they were becoming so pompous. However, that didn't mean Julian would like to walk down that path. He mostly enjoyed the feeling, and that was all. The time was six o'clock am, so he had time to prepare for the busy day ahead.Last night, he had to drive Brittany back home. Her parents seemed quite friendly and had taken him to be her boyfriend already. They kept complimenting how handsome he was and how he was better than James.Perhaps he should consider giving her a chance? He smiled and sat up on the bed. His eyes sauntered around to the side cupboard where his phone was, and suddenly he felt the urge to pick it up. When he did, he saw a couple of messages from Flourish. She had successfully employed fifteen workers, and Sonia had also been very helpful. The new

“No! You broke my legs, so you'll fix it. Damn you, Julian. You can't do this to me. I can't be a cripple because of you. Fix me now! Fix me now!”James was being dragged away in his wheelchair, which made him even more frustrated. He had been caught in a daze for a long while trying to process how he was at the mercy of a man whom he hated to the core. What sort of twisted yet wicked fate was this?At this point, he dared not claim he didn't believe. He might not have before, but seeing how respectful the Brown family was to Julian, of course he was the real deal. It was him. That damn man was the miracle doctor. How did it not make sense when Blake made that report before?“Fix me back! Fix me!!!!” He kept yelling, his voice echoing all around, but that didn't mean something would be done. The guards pushing him out wouldn't dare to disregard their orders.As for Pierre, he merely looked at Julian and the old man before turning and walking out on his own free will, rather than have

Soon seconds turned into minutes and then into hours. Julian had spent up to three hours treating patients, and his pace was incredibly fast. He was treating people like their condition wasn't worth stressing over, or thinking deeply about, or effort to treat.Even the doctors were shocked. The maximum they could handle a day was just five, and that was if their condition was minimal. But in Julian's case, he was different.By now he had treated nearly fifty people already. At this point, no one could doubt he wouldn't be able to treat a hundred people in a single day. Mr. Brown was awed as time went on.He had to go to the restroom, sit down to take some rest, and when he came back, Julian was still treating people. Was it that he was built differently, or what?“Mr. Julian, are you sure you won't take some rest?” Mr. Brown couldn't help but ask, as any normal human being would be stressed out by now.“Not yet. I can still make money, so why not?” Julian smiled, looking unfazed.Mr.

“Huh?” Lucien's mouth hung open as he didn't understand what was going on and why Julian suddenly looked suspicious of a woman who was helpless and very emotional about her sick kid, which should be normal.He had never read another meaning into things or even felt there was a need to yet Julian was telling him there was? Was that why he lashed out at the woman just now?He wanted to ask when the doctors pushed the ventilator in, and at once the breathing tube was fixed on the kid's nose. Already, Julian had helped by puncturing a few points in the kid's body to preserve his life before he could begin the treatment.Now that his breathing has been aided at least, Julian adjusted his hand gloves before leaning forward and taking off what was left of the kid's clothes. Thereafter, he began to stick his needles into several acupoints all over the body. Beforehand, he made sure the needles were washed and sanitized after every previous use.“Get me hot water in a bowl. And a scalpel. I

Somewhere else, inside a hotel, a few hours ago.“This kid that you are talking about, are you sure he has what it takes?” A man in robes was seated with crossed legs. Most of his hair had turned grey and was tied to the back giving off the impression of a martial artist and also a medical professional.He exuded the air of a strong martial artist, and he was also a well-known physician who was popularly known as Mr. Lu.Seated across the other side of the room, was Henry with a pale yet angry face. He hadn't gotten over his encounter with Julian, and what was more, he felt the kid was a threat to his career.Now not only had he taken his position from the Brown family, but he heard the man had organized a program where he wanted to treat a hundred people. The Brown family had used their influence to find him many patients, and if he were to succeed, then his name would go down in history.All his life, he wanted to make a name for himself, dominate the city so he could be a reputab