The Reign Of Medical Sovereign

An experienced con man

“You see what I was saying, Mr. Brown? This young man here is obviously a con man,” Marcus instantly said, pointing at Julian.

“We've already declared your father is beyond saving. Yet he says he could save him. Isn’t that so hilarious?”

Marcus continued, throwing a glare at Julian.

“Sir, let's…”

“Marcus, get out of the way,” Lucien's cold voice came at the moment, interrupting Marcus. He had a grim expression on his face and didn’t look like he was ready to listen to any words from Marcus lipsz

His father was lying there, running out of time, and yet Lucien was expected to let an opportunity he got slide? How could he? Even though he wasn’t too sure, he just had to bet the odds.

“Huh?” Marcus froze as he couldn't believe his ears. Perhaps his ears were hurting or something. Regardless of what he said, was Lucien about to ignore them all?

“I said get out of the way and let that young man treat my father,” Lucien commanded, his cold gaze and his voice held absolute authority.

“But sir….”

“Can you take responsibility if anything happens to my father?” Lucien growled, interrupting Marcus, his gaze even colder at the moment.

Marcus swallowed his saliva as sweat trickled down his forehead.

Take responsibility? That was the last thing he wanted to do.

The Brown family was very powerful. And in the entire Silverlake, only three families could stand up to them.

So he didn't even dare to think about taking any form of responsibility. If he even tried it, he was going to lose all he ever owned.

Thinking like this, Marcus slowly stepped back, but shot Julian a glare.

The other doctors also moved backwards. They knew just how ruthless the Brown family could be if they got serious.

Especially the man standing before them. So they didn't dare say anything and just stepped back.

“You can begin treatment,” Lucien said, turning to Julian, who was standing by the side.

“Sure,” Julian nodded and walked towards the old man. Taking the old man's wrist, he began to read his pulse.

Lucien, Marcus, and the other doctors' expressions were grim as they watched Julian carefully take the man's pulse yet no one dared to speak.

Soon, Julian's expression darkened, and he shook his head. The situation was far worse than he had thought it was.

This set of dumb doctors had been treating the wrong thing all along.

The old man was perfectly fine; it was just that one of the meridians leading to his heart had been clogged, thus resulting in some of his bodily functions starting to fail.

But then the doctors were trying to treat something else, and as a result, more and more of the old man's meridians were becoming clogged, and the condition got even more serious until it was what it was now.

So the first thing he had to do was to clear the old man's meridians; thereafter, he would treat the old man's damaged liver and lungs.

The doctors had administered the wrong drugs, so the lungs and the liver got damaged in the process.

In short, it was safe to say the doctors killed the old man, as it was because of his lung and liver being in such a poor condition that he was almost dying.

“I need a set of silver needles and a bowl of hot water,” Julian broke the silence, turning to Lucien.

“Go get him what he requires," Lucien, in turn, turned to Marcus and commanded.

Nodding, Marcus hurried out of the ward to get what Julian had demanded. Though he was a bit skeptical, there was nothing he could do about it.

Julian, on the other hand, took in a deep breath and removed the old man's clothes with the help of the other doctors.

Though they were unwilling to help, under Lucien's gaze, there was nothing they could do about it.

Staring at the body, Lucien slowly began to seal some of the old man's acupoints.

As he did that, the heart rate monitor connected to the old man instantly spiked up, making the doctors glance at Julian, wondering what the heck he was doing.

But Julian couldn't care less and continued what he was doing slowly. Though he knew the human body like the back of his hand, this was the first time he was actually using it.

In no time, Marcus was back with a set of silver needles and a bowl of hot water.

Seeing how the heart rate monitor had spiked up, he shook his head but didn't say anything. After all, Lucien was set on what he wanted to do; there was no way to stop him.

Julian, on the other hand, took in a deep breath and slowly picked up the silver needles; it was time to do the hard part.

Taking the first needle, he stabbed it directly into the old man's heart about three inches deep. The doctors gasped but didn't say anything. Lucien's expression also darkened, but he kept on watching.

Soon, an hour passed, and Julian, who was now sweating profusely, removed the last needle, then turned around and washed his hands in the hot water, which had now become warm.

“It's done,” Julian muttered, weakly, turning to Lucien, whose expression was a bit unreadable.

“How dare you claim you're done? Didn't you just kill the old man?” Marcus burst out into fury, pointing at Julian.

At some point during the treatment, the heart rate monitor suddenly went up as it caught a pulse.

However it went silent again and there were no readings, signifying the old man was dead.

But because Julian was still carrying out his act and Lucien was watching, he didn't dare to say anything and just kept on watching.

Apparently, Julian was done and was now trying to escape when his dad hadn’t woken up yet. There was no way he was going to let that happen.

“Sir, you should call the cops and have this punk arrested. He had successfully sent your father to the afterlife,” Marcus advised, turning to Lucien.

The other doctors also nodded in agreement. That was the truth. Julian has killed the old man; there was no doubt about that.

Lucien stared at Julian, not knowing what to say. Even under the doctor's harsh words and insults, he didn't lose his composure yet as somehow he was still as confident as ever.

If that was the case, then either Julian had really treated his father, or, he was an experienced con man. Whatever the case, he knew just what he had to do.