The Supreme And Amazing King Of War

Chapter 6

Michael's words stunned everyone to the bone. All the doctors looked at each other and they couldn't identify Micheal as one of them.

He was a fresh face, and he wasn't dressed like a medical doctor, even if he wasn't dressed as a professional, what right did he have to question Jonathan Gael method.

As far as they didn't know him, meaning he was unpopular, that made his words irrelevant compared to Jonathan Gael who had done it on the biggest stages.

“Who is this young man?”

Jonathan asked as he turned to face the Snowmans. Silver was dumbfounded to see Michael stepping out to question Jonathan Gael.

She thought he was only here to watch.

“He is somebody my father asked for a while ago when he was still able to speak.”

She hoped Micheal knew what he was doing because she wouldn't be able to defend him. She doesn't know him that well to even defend him.

Robert angrily spoke out at that moment.

“I don't remember father calling any names a while ago. This is all a misunderstanding. Father will never mention a hobo like this, you got the wrong person Silver.”

Noah's eyebrows moved a little as he recognized Michael as the person his father was calling, demanding that he must be brought to the mansion immediately.

He was thinking the person was a powerful medical doctor, but with what he was seeing, Michael looked like a nobody.

His clothes were plain, not of good material and he was young. Too young.

How can somebody as young as this know about medicine, and even challenge Jonathan Gael on what was right and wrong.

“I don't recognize him. Sir Jonathan, I don't believe we have any time to waste here. You should go on with the extraction immediately.”

Jonathan stepped away from the scene before voicing out again.

“If he truly was recommended by Sir Christopher Snowman himself that means he has some potential. I like to listen to what he has to say.”

Jonathan said as he focused his attention on Micheal.

Michael didn't take Jonathan's attitude as an offense. He simply voiced out again.

“You can't twist the needles now. You have to insert as many needles that you have on his forehead so that when you start the extraction, the white onion gas would have no chance of occupying the brain.

If you don't do this. He would die within twenty minutes.

First he would bleed from his nose and then he would start bleeding from his ears. The last stage would be coughing out black blood, and that would be the end.

In exactly twenty minutes he would be gone.”

Michael's words caused chaos again. It was his confidence that was striking everybody in the head. He was speaking like he was somewhat a professional, more professional than Jonathan Gael.

“What do you know about white onion gas? You talk like you have treated a patient with it, and it seems that the patient didn't make it because you mentioned all the aftermath of not applying a needle on Sir Christopher's forehead.”

One of the doctors voiced out angrily. Another also voiced out immediately.

“I have been in the field for thirty years and I have never meant anyone sick with white onion gas and I don't think you are up to thirty years. 

I don't believe you know what you are talking about.”

Jonathan smiled as he voiced out.

“I have been in this field for more than fifty years now, and I have treated two people with white onion gas, and I was able to save them.”

Everyone clapped at the mention of Jonathan being able to save two people before. Jonathan smiled and continued when the clapping stopped.

“You didn't know that I had treated two people with the same illness before, that is why you mentioned I should have put a needle on his forehead thinking I would panic and actually go with your words. Putting a needle on his forehead doesn't do anything, so if I had done it there wouldn't be any complications, so the process would've gone the same way like it normally would've, however, everyone here that didn't know medicine would be thinking it was your idea that ensured it went smoothly.”

Everyone's expression darkened as they recognized what Michael was intending to do now. He was intending to steal Elder Jonathan credits.

What an evil way of raising to the top.

Jonathan looked Michael in the eyes.

“That is an evil way of rising to the top, I bet that is how Sir Christopher got to know your name, not knowing you are not up to the standard people have set on you.

There is no short way to being successful in medicine. You must work hard, that is why the majority of the masters are all middle aged people upwards. It takes several years of practice to be confident enough in treating high profile patients if not you could ruin your reputation in one day, one of the reasons short cuts are not good in this profession.”

Everyone started clapping once more for Elder Jonathan remarkable advice. He truly was a man of wisdom and several principles.

Jonathan nonchalantly continued.

“Now, I have been studying  diseases like White onion gas for thirty years now and I know what to do and what not to do, so could you please keep quiet while I do my glorified job.”

Michael wasn't the type to play with lives if not he would've walked away from the premises already, his number one rule of ensuring everything was okay in terms of medicinal help was the saving grace for everyone around and it was about to run out.

“The two patients you treated, I bet they didn't stop talking when you got there to treat them. Those are early stages of the White onion gas. This one is an advanced one, you need the needles on his forehead or he would die.”

Michael standing his ground again so confidently caused many people's faces to darken once more.

“Somebody get this man out of here. Where are the security men”

Robert couldn't help but speak out loudly.

“What do you know about Medicine, you only have a small clinic that is no longer functioning, what makes you think you have seen more than Jonathan Gael.”

Robert was annoyed. He added ‘small clinic’ purposefully so Michael would know that his whereabouts were known, and Michael could tell that was the case but he didn't give it a single thought.

It simply wasn't worth thinking about.

Noah cleared his throat at that moment.

“I am afraid, we have to ask you to step out of here.”

He said as the security men arrived. The security men were about to approach when Jonathan voiced out.

“Let him stay. I want him to see how I treat the patient without doing it his way.”