I Am The Lost Medical God

CHAPTER 7

Doctor Han lifted his hand and signaled for silence, and gradually the noise in the banquet hall faded into a tense quiet. 

He turned toward Sonia’s mother, who was still visibly angry and embarrassed by my actions.

“Madam,” Doctor Han said in a composed tone, “please allow me to handle him. There is no need for you to concern yourself with this matter.”

Sonia’s mother frowned deeply. “Handle him how, Doctor Han? What exactly are you planning to do? This is already shameful enough.”

Doctor Han adjusted his glasses slowly and glanced at me with a smile that did not reach his eyes. “Since your son-in-law seems to enjoy talking beyond his ability, I would like to give him the opportunity to prove himself.”

A few guests laughed softly at his choice of words.

Sonia’s father looked uncomfortable but said nothing.

Doctor Han continued speaking, but this time his tone became firmer. “However, if he fails, there must be consequences. We cannot allow people to treat a serious medical emergency like a stage performance.”

I looked at him calmly and asked, “What consequences?”

He smirked slightly before answering. “If you cannot save Greg, you will drink twenty-five liters of the same salt solution you claim can cure him. After that, you will kneel before everyone present and apologize for attempting to deceive us. You will admit that you are nothing more than an ignorant fraud seeking attention.”

The crowd reacted immediately. Some gasped, some nodded in agreement, and others whispered excitedly. The idea of watching me fail clearly entertained them.

Sonia stepped forward anxiously. “Twenty-five liters? That could seriously harm someone,” she said.

Doctor Han shrugged. “He appears confident. I am merely giving him the chance he wants.”

Everyone’s attention shifted to me. I did not show any reaction. Instead, I simply scoffed lightly, which caused several people to murmur in surprise.

“You agree to these terms?” Doctor Han asked sharply.

“You talk too much,” I replied calmly.

That response irritated him, but before he could say anything further, Greg cried out again in pain. He was still lying on the floor, clutching his chest tightly as sweat poured down his face.

“Doctor Han, please!” Greg’s mother cried desperately. “He is suffering!”

Doctor Han waved his hand dismissively. “Let him try,” he said, still watching me. “I want everyone to witness this.”

The hall grew quiet again, but this time the silence carried tension instead of amusement.

I poured the salt into the water carefully and stirred it until it dissolved completely. Some guests exchanged skeptical looks.

“This is absurd,” one of them muttered. “Highly trained doctors could not treat him, and now we are watching someone mix kitchen ingredients.”

I ignored the comments and crouched beside Greg. His breathing was uneven and desperate, and his face was pale.

He glared at me weakly. “Go away,” he whispered through clenched teeth.

“If you want the pain to stop, you need to listen to me,” I said firmly.

He hesitated, clearly torn between pride and pain. “Fine,” he said finally.

I helped him sit upright, supporting his back carefully. “Straighten your posture,” I instructed.

“It hurts,” he complained.

I guided his shoulders back slightly. “Now breathe slowly. Inhale through your nose and hold it for a few seconds, then release the air through your mouth.”

He attempted to follow my instructions, though his breathing remained shaky at first.

Doctor Han crossed his arms and watched closely. “This is pointless,” he said loudly. “Breathing exercises will not cure internal damage.”

I did not respond. Instead, I held the glass to Greg’s lips. “Take a small sip,” I told him.

He swallowed carefully.

“Wait,” I said. “Now breathe again. Slowly.”

He inhaled and exhaled, following my rhythm.

After a few seconds, I allowed him to take another sip. I continued guiding his breathing while adjusting his posture subtly, applying gentle pressure between his ribs to release the tension in his chest muscles.

The room remained completely silent as everyone watched.

After nearly half a minute, Greg’s screaming stopped entirely. His breathing became steadier. The tightness in his face slowly disappeared.

His mother leaned closer. “Greg? Are you still in pain?”

He blinked several times and took a deeper breath. This time, there was no sharp gasp or sudden reaction.

“The pain…” he said slowly. “It’s fading.”

Doctor Han stepped forward quickly and knelt beside him. He began checking Greg’s pulse and examining his chest again. Greg did not flinch when touched.

Within moments, Greg carefully stood up with assistance. He stretched slightly and inhaled deeply.

“It’s gone,” he said in disbelief. “The pain is completely gone.”

Shock spread through the hall. Guests stared at each other, unsure how to react.

“That is impossible,” someone whispered.

Doctor Han remained silent, clearly trying to process what had just happened.