I'm Invincible In The World

Chapter 03

All those voices were heard clearly by Jonathan, but he didn't pay them much mind.

He stepped closer to the patient. He wasn't carrying a medical box. He wasn't wearing a white coat. He simply took a small needle from the inner pocket of his robe and pressed on specific points on the patient's body.

Alexander watched continuously, never looking away, even reluctant to blink. "A needle? Hey, are you trying to stab him to death?"

Jonathan ignored him.

"Putting on airs like a traditional healer, recklessly sticking needles into someone's body. Besides, have you ever seen a physician as young as you?" He tried to disrupt Jonathan's concentration.

But Jonathan continued his movements swiftly, skillfully, and methodically. He proceeded to massage a point on the back of the neck, blew a breath using a specific technique, then lightly struck the patient's chest with his palm.

The patient's body twitched. Once. Twice. Then he coughed violently, and his breathing began to regulate. His pale face regained color.

The crowd fell silent. Quiet. Only the sound of the patient's panting breath broke the air.

"Is he really alive?" someone whispered.

"Did he save him?" asked another.

"A truly miraculous doctor."

"See, he actually managed to save him," said the young woman.

Some people clapped, while others felt ashamed for having cursed at Jonathan earlier.

Jonathan stood up again, then looked at Alexander and said, "I've done my part. Now fulfill your promise. Didn't you say earlier you'd give 200 million as long as he lived?"

Alexander was startled, his face visibly tense. But he quickly managed to cover his panic with a forced, crooked smile.

"Tch. You're so full of yourself. I was just testing you earlier, to see if you dared to take the challenge. Besides, the patient improved because of the injection earlier, more precisely due to the effect of the medicine I administered beforehand. It has nothing to do with your strange treatment." His words sounded weak and full of doubt. The people watching felt disgusted and mocked him.

"Lies! He was almost dead just now. If not for him, this man would be a corpse!"

Alexander fell silent, tongue-tied. He was being slapped repeatedly by reality.

"Do you intend to go back on your word?" Jonathan's gaze narrowed.

"That's not it. I-I..."

"Then what is it?" Jonathan turned to the crowd and spoke loudly. "You are all witnesses, right? Who saved this man? Didn't you all hear him too? If I could save him, he said he would pay any amount, right?"

"Yes. We heard his promise," someone immediately shouted. Starting with him, many people finally supported Jonathan.

Earlier he was cursed, now the tables had turned. Earlier Alexander was praised, now he was scorned. Such is life. Ironic, isn't it?

Alexander finally had no choice. Reluctantly, he threw a card onto the ground. "There's 2 million in there. Consider it charity," he said rudely, then left in annoyance without looking back.

Truthfully, the old master who taught him wasn't evil. All his martial arts skills, including his extraordinary medical knowledge, had been imparted to Jonathan. His only flaw was his stinginess. Other than that, Jonathan couldn't find any other faults in the old man.

Jonathan looked at the card. "At least it's enough to buy a gift."

As he prepared to leave, a voice sounded behind him. "Wait!"

Jonathan turned and recognized the beautiful woman and the old man who had been in the crowd earlier.

"My name is Winny Caresta," the woman said politely with a smile. "After seeing your ability earlier, I would like to ask for your help."

Jonathan's face instantly turned cold. His gaze fixed on the old man standing beside Winny.

"Weren't you the one bad-mouthing me earlier?"

The old man, Steward Damaro, looked awkward and embarrassed, not expecting Jonathan's hearing to be so sharp.

"We apologize for the misunderstanding earlier. Sometimes these old eyes judge too quickly," he said softly.

"My hearing isn't as old as your ears, old man. Your insults earlier echoed very clearly," Jonathan said, folding his arms across his chest.

Winny Caresta quickly stepped forward. "Please forgive him. He was just worried about me." She took a deep breath and mustered the courage to ask, "Would you be willing to save a member of my family? Don't worry, this isn't for free. We will pay according to your wishes."

Jonathan was about to refuse. "Sorry, I have an important matter to attend to first."

"How about 1 billion?"