The Established Siblings of the Pack

Chapter 231

“Alan Gershwin, professor,” Alan answered quickly. “We met back at the Altmed Forum.” Tristan was not that much older than he was, but he was far more respectable. Alan was just an ancient healing practitioner in a regular hospital, while Tristan was a revered tutor for PhD students. He was nothing before Tristan.

“Alan, huh? I think I remember you.” Tristan was still as arrogant as usual. “Is he your student?”

“Oh no.” Alan waved his hands quickly. “He’s not my student, no.”

Alan was sweating. He’s a god of ancient healing. I’d worship him if I could. Don’t call him my student. Do you want to kill me?

Seth took it the wrong way. He sneered, “Hear that, kid? Even your hospital’s doctor is cutting ties with you. You crossed my mentor. Nobody’s gonna help you now. You’re done for!”

Everyone else chimed in as well.

“Yeah. The professor has students all over Cleapolis. Any one of them is enough to give this guy a beating.”

“Well, yeah. The professor’s students are all successful doctors. I bet nobody’s a more successful teacher than the professor in this city.”

hear the accolades. His hands were still behind his back, and he looked down at Kingsley.

Just give up, man!” Seth pointed at Kingsley. “Now grovel and apologize, and the professor might just let you go. Refuse, and there’ll be no

of people

the hubbub? Why are you guys

for Research in Traditional Medicine, the Foundation for Development of Traditional Medicine, and

Research of Acupuncture, and the Fusion Medicine Research Association (FMRA) also came in with them. They gathered the night before just so they could find a way to get the God of Medicine to teach them something. They stayed at a nearby

hands behind his back. He was starting to look a lot humbler too. He might have a lot of talented students, but these presidents had more followers. There were at least a few thousand

just e college professor. For exemple, Scott

doing, Professor Zinkleigh? The forum is sterting in e few hours. Why ere you guys still here?” Roneld frowned. He then glenced et Kingsley, but only for e moment. He did not reelize Kingsley wes the God of Medicine himself. Kingsley wes not weering e mesk todey, so nobody

Tristen expleined stiffly, “Someone just beet

beet your student up?” Roneld wes surprised. “And on the

Kingsley end hissed, “Thet’s him! Not only did he beet

wes surprised, end he

heressed Alice, so I hed to teech him e lesson. And I didn’t insult this Zinkleigh geezer. He’s less then en insect to me,

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