The Majestic Heir

Chapter 3 - Challenge Accepted

A sly, furious smirk curled on Samuel's lips. He had been a renowned doctor in the capital since the age of thirty-five. Since then, no one had ever dared to defy him, let alone insult him.

And now, in this remote place far from the capital, someone had the audacity to do just that. Remaining silent would do nothing to quell his anger.

“Well? Do you still have the guts to uphold that arrogance of yours?”

Samuel was confident in his prognosis. Faced with Wesley’s condition, any doctor would have arrived at the same conclusion as he had.

If this foolish young man claimed otherwise, it was clearly nothing but nonsense. And rather than allowing this youth to flaunt his baseless confidence, why not take the chance to prove himself right?

Marc turned his face toward Samuel. Instead of fear, his expression was utterly calm.

“I accept,” he said lightly.

Without another word, Marc took Wesley’s hand and checked his pulse. As the doctor had said, the old man’s condition was indeed critical.

Not even the best doctors in the entire kingdom would likely be able to save him. But Marc was no ordinary doctor.

Ever since he had accidentally swallowed that green jade stone, an immense wealth of medical knowledge had seemed to imprint itself onto his mind. From the simplest techniques to the most intricate procedures, he mastered it all as though he had studied for decades.

“Conventional treatment won’t help,” Marc remarked without lifting his head. “You’ll need more than just basic methods like that.”

Samuel knew those words were directed at him. But instead of feeling offended, he burst out laughing.

“Hahaha! Excellent! This is highly entertaining! I’ve never met someone so skilled at acting as you.”

Samuel, who had heard bits and pieces about Helma Tilcott and her so-called divine healing methods, assumed Marc was about to perform a similar display. But seeing the young man merely checking the patriarch’s pulse, Samuel was certain this youth knew nothing.

What could he possibly determine from checking a pulse? Cancer had nothing to do with blood pressure!

Let alone mastering divine methods, Marc didn’t even seem to grasp basic medical knowledge.

“You think you can fool me with such cheap tricks? How naïve! Only fools trust other fools!”

Meanwhile, Cora, growing increasingly furious, signaled Violet with a nod to speak to Samuel. Violet nodded back and quickly approached the doctor.

“Dr. Dixon, I strongly object to anyone touching my grandfather while he’s in pain. Shouldn’t we just throw him out?”

“Don’t worry! He can’t do anything to Mr. Richmond,” Samuel declared confidently. “But tell me, haven’t you noticed?”

“Noticed what?” Violet frowned, her porcelain-smooth brow creasing.

“Look at what he’s doing. It’s not even close to standard medical procedures.” Samuel shook his head with a look of disdain.

“He’s either after money or revenge. I’ve heard plenty about fraud healers who use strange and nonsensical methods to scam or harm their patients through negligence. I never thought I’d see one here.”

Hearing this made Violet’s face stiffen. “You’re right, Dr. Dixon. I almost didn’t realize his motives. What should I do now?”

“Call the police. Once your bodyguards crush this idiot’s body, charge him with intentional malpractice. That’s equivalent to premeditated murder, and the penalty is life imprisonment.”

In other words, after Marc was rendered paralyzed, he would spend the rest of his life behind bars.

A thin smile graced Violet’s lips. She hadn’t expected the seemingly wise old doctor to suggest such an unexpected idea.

“Dr. Dixon, my mother and I would never have realized this without you. What should I do next?”

“Record everything he does. That will serve as solid evidence for the police.”

Violet nodded respectfully and approached Cora, whispering something in her ear.

“What a brilliant idea! It seems bringing this parasite into our home wasn’t a waste after all!” The older woman’s eyes sparkled with delight.

She had long been plotting to drive Marc out of the house. Unexpectedly, her wish might finally come true today.

Following Samuel’s instructions, Violet discreetly took out her phone and aimed it at Marc.

Meanwhile, Marc, his gaze never wavering from Wesley, shook his head slowly with a sardonic smile. “How naïve.”

In addition to his vast medical knowledge, the zhenqi coursing through his body allowed him to hear even the faintest sounds.

He could clearly hear their plans. Even so, he couldn’t be bothered to care.

As Samuel had said, wasn’t it only fools who trusted other fools?

While holding Wesley’s wrist, Marc’s expression turned intensely serious.

To the untrained eye, it might seem like he was doing something trivial and useless. But in reality, it was far from that.

Through his fingertips, Marc channeled zhenqi into Wesley’s lungs.

The zhenqi flowed like a gentle current of electricity, attacking diseased cells and burning them away.

Such a capability, without a doubt, surpassed even the most advanced medical equipment. Yet Marc had to proceed with extreme caution. Any mistake could worsen the old man’s condition.

Five minutes passed, and Wesley’s face suddenly turned deathly pale. At the same time, everyone could see through his unbuttoned shirt that the patriarch’s chest had grown dark red. Gradually, the discoloration spread across his body.

“Violet, do you see that?” Cora couldn’t hide her alarm. “This fool is dangerous. He’s using black magic!”

But Violet, fully trusting Samuel’s words, merely smiled. To her, Marc’s actions were nothing but a parlor trick. By doing so, this fool intended to make everyone believe Wesley’s condition was critical and that he had miraculously cured him.

“Mom, don’t worry. This is actually perfect.”

Violet had recorded everything. What was unfolding before her would serve as irrefutable evidence of just how dangerous Marc’s methods were.

Two minutes later, Wesley’s body tensed. Moments after, a thick, dark red liquid with a foul, charred smell erupted from his mouth.

Marc released Wesley’s wrist and rose from the bedside. “The cancer cells have been eradicated. In a few days, he should recover fully.”

Marc stepped toward the door, ready to leave the room. He had no intention of staying longer than necessary. After everything that had happened, he would be more than happy to leave the manor.

But Samuel’s voice stopped him.

“You think you can just walk away after the brutal act you committed against Mr. Richmond?” With a sneer, Samuel placed his hand on Marc’s shoulder.

“We’ve recorded all your dirty tricks. After crippling you, I’ll make you spend the rest of your life in prison!"