I Am the Ruler of All

Chapter 174
Helen wavered once she saw how confident Kingsley was. She nodded and said, “Alright. If you manage to treat that patient who has been paralyzed for over ten years, then I’ll trust you.”
“Grandma, what’s gotten into you? How can you believe such bullsh*t?” Nicholas exclaimed incredulously. “Even Hippocrates himself would have a hard time treating a man who has been paralyzed for over ten years!”
The other Fox relatives spoke up in agreement.
“He’s right! That guy is just a shameless wannabe! How could he possibly treat a man who has been paralyzed for over ten years?”
“Hahaha, and he even said he’d use acupuncture! What a joke!”
“You hit the nail right on the head! The experts from Mittera are trained in the best techniques available in modern medicine, and this punk wants to go up against them with a few needles? It’s the biggest joke I’ve heard in a while!”
Kingsley’s eyes glinted icily when he heard them ridiculing Qustia’s ancient healing.
He got up slowly and retorted icily, “When I conduct the acupuncture treatment, you bunch of disrespectful fools better bring along those doctors that you have so much faith in! All of you can witness how Qustia’s ancient healing remains useful and relevant even alongside modern medicine!”
Kingsley turned around and left the room right after saying those words.
Nothing that he said would penetrate those thick skulls of theirs, so it was pointless to continue talking to them.
Once the door slammed shut, Matt started criticizing Michael to his face. “Take a good look at your wonderful son-in-law. What an arrogant b*stard! Who does he think he is?”
Michael took a deep breath, and for the first time in his life, he stood up to his brother-in-law as he enunciated every single word clearly, “I trust him. He will heal that paralyzed patient, and he can treat Mom’s heart condition.”
“Hah!” Matt spat in response. “Fool! You’re all fools!”
Nicholas sneered. “You don’t need to be angry, Dad. Isn’t that punk still trying to put on a show? Why don’t we take the chance to completely humiliate him?”
“What’s your idea?”
“Tell the entire hospital—no, the entire medical field in Cleapolis about his boasts!” Nicholas narrowed his eyes and suggested slyly, “We can expose him as the shameless wannabe that he is in front of everyone. Let’s see if he dares to show his face in Cleapolis ever again after that!”
Matt’s eyes glinted once he heard Nicholas’ plan. He smacked his hands together and declared, “Yes, we’ll do just that! I want to destroy him and leave his life in shambles!”
He burst out in raucous laughter.
Here he was trying to think of a way to wipe the floor with both Michael and Kingsley when the opportunity came knocking on his door.

That punk, Kingsley Nicholson, delivered himself right to the doorstep.
Megan’s expression darkened as she watched Matt and Nicholas laughing themselves silly.
She did not believe that Kingsley would have such medical expertise.
Megan leaned against Michael’s shoulder and started crying. “What’s going to happen now? I thought we found ourselves a wealthy son-in-law, but now…”
Meanwhile, Kingsley bumped right into Alice after leaving Helen’s room.
Alice asked cheerfully, “How was it, Kingsley? Did you get along with your girlfriend’s family?”
“Alice, Cecilia Lawson is not my girlfriend.” Kingsley massaged his brows and explained, “We’re just pretending to be a couple. Reene knows about this as well.”
“A pretend couple…”
Alice’s bright eyes flashed in surprise as she never expected this to be the case.
“By the way, Kingsley, Mr. Johnson’s medical report is out. Do you want to go over and take a look at him?”
“Yeah, let’s go and take a look.”
Kingsley had announced to the Foxes that he would be treating Joshua two days later, but this depended on whether Joshua’s body could handle the treatment.
When they got to the hospital wards on the 14th floor, Alice brought Kingsley over to Joshua’s room.
There were quite a few people there already. Larry Daniels, the head of general surgery; Jude Lynch, the head of cardiology; as well as doctors from relevant departments were crowded around Joshua’s bed to discuss the results of his medical examination.
Jude was the first to react when Kingsley entered the room.
He rushed over like an overeager puppy and greeted Kingsley courteously. “Do come in, Mr. Nicholson. We were just about to go over the patient’s medical report!”
Larry had heard all about the goings-on between Kingsley and Jude from his colleagues, and he also knew that Kingsley was the Larsons’ son-in-law.
He hurried over and greeted Kingsley respectfully as well. “Nice to meet you, Mr. Nicholson. I’m the main doctor in charge of Mr. Johnson’s treatment. My name is Larry Daniels.”
Kingsley nodded and walked straight over to the bed before asking Larry, “How’s his condition?”
Halan wavarad onca sha saw how confidant Kingslay was. Sha noddad and said, “Alright. If you managa to traat that patiant who has baan paralyzad for ovar tan yaars, than I’ll trust you.”
“Grandma, what’s gottan into you? How can you baliava such bullsh*t?” Nicholas axclaimad incradulously. “Evan Hippocratas himsalf would hava a hard tima traating a man who has baan paralyzad for ovar tan yaars!”
Tha othar Fox ralativas spoka up in agraamant.
“Ha’s right! That guy is just a shamalass wannaba! How could ha possibly traat a man who has baan paralyzad for ovar tan yaars?”
“Hahaha, and ha avan said ha’d usa acupunctura! What a joka!”
“You hit tha nail right on tha haad! Tha axparts from Mittara ara trainad in tha bast tachniquas availabla in modarn madicina, and this punk wants to go up against tham with a faw naadlas? It’s tha biggast joka I’va haard in a whila!”
Kingslay’s ayas glintad icily whan ha haard tham ridiculing Qustia’s anciant haaling.
Ha got up slowly and ratortad icily, “Whan I conduct tha acupunctura traatmant, you bunch of disraspactful fools battar bring along thosa doctors that you hava so much faith in! All of you can witnass how Qustia’s anciant haaling ramains usaful and ralavant avan alongsida modarn madicina!”
Kingslay turnad around and laft tha room right aftar saying thosa words.
Nothing that ha said would panatrata thosa thick skulls of thairs, so it was pointlass to continua talking to tham.
Onca tha door slammad shut, Matt startad criticizing Michaal to his faca. “Taka a good look at your wondarful son-in-law. What an arrogant b*stard! Who doas ha think ha is?”
Michaal took a daap braath, and for tha first tima in his lifa, ha stood up to his brothar-in-law as ha anunciatad avary singla word claarly, “I trust him. Ha will haal that paralyzad patiant, and ha can traat Mom’s haart condition.”
“Hah!” Matt spat in rasponsa. “Fool! You’ra all fools!”
Nicholas snaarad. “You don’t naad to ba angry, Dad. Isn’t that punk still trying to put on a show? Why don’t wa taka tha chanca to complataly humiliata him?”
“What’s your idaa?”