The Understated Dragon Lord

Chapter 496 The Patient Wakes Up

"But Professor John would never admit it," he thought. There was no way he would concede that what he represented — modern medicine — was inferior to the practice of a shaman. Modern medicine was the embodiment of civilization; it represented progress, unlike the supposed backwardness and ignorance attributed to shamanic practices. How could something deemed regressive and ignorant triumph over modern medicine? If modern medicine couldn't cure the patient, how could a shaman? Professor John's refusal to admit defeat caught Daniel by surprise.

"Professor John, given your age, you should at least understand what shame is," Daniel chided, causing the professor to explode with anger.

"Country boy, who are you calling shameless? I think it's you who is without shame! You shameless little con artist! It was my emergency medication that revived Kind, not your random needle pricks. To think you’d dare claim my achievement as your own, then have the audacity to accuse me of lacking shame! All you American shamans do is deceive and trick people! You shy away when it comes to saving lives, only to claim credit after the fact!"

Professor John's outburst shocked everyone present. Jessica, defending her partner, stood up and argued confidently, "Professor John, you were the one who announced my grandfather was dead. You used all kinds of data from these devices to prove it. It was Daniel who said my grandfather wasn't dead and then revived him with his needles. Now he's back, although he can't speak yet, but all his vitals are recovering. Yet here you are, trying to take credit and slandering Daniel. For a renowned doctor and professor at Harvard University, do you not feel embarrassed by such behavior?"

Suddenly, Kind, lying on the bed, coughed twice and then sat up. Jessica rushed to his side.

"Grandpa, you're awake? How do you feel?"

"Much better! Let me get out of bed and walk around. Let’s see if I can move," Kind responded.

Jessica helped Kind out of bed, but he quickly insisted on walking by himself.

"Let go, I want to walk on my own!" Kind was a man forged in battle, with stubbornness in his bones. He refused to lean on his granddaughter, wanting to walk independently.

"Grandpa, be careful," Jessica said cautiously.

Am I that fragile?" Kind retorted and began to walk on his own. Although he wasn't striding

see how high you can

heard him and, without hesitation, twisted Daniel's

finish her scolding, Kind crouched slightly, then leaped from one end of the bed to the other. Avery was startled by

what are you doing?"

me to jump, so I jumped to show him,"

that idiot? He’s just nonsense,"

not only was he very

496 The Patient

was no way he would concede that what he represented — modern medicine — was inferior to the practice of a shaman. Modern medicine was the embodiment of civilization; it represented progress, unlike the supposed backwardness and ignorance attributed to shamanic practices. How could something deemed regressive and ignorant triumph over modern medicine? If modern medicine couldn't cure the patient, how could

you should at least understand what shame is," Daniel

You shameless little con artist! It was my emergency medication that revived Kind, not your random needle pricks. To think you’d dare claim my achievement as your own, then have the audacity to accuse me of lacking shame! All you American shamans do is deceive

who announced my grandfather was dead. You used all kinds of data from these devices to prove it. It was Daniel who said my grandfather wasn't dead and then revived him with his needles. Now he's back, although he can't speak yet, but all his vitals are recovering. Yet here you are, trying

twice and then sat

you're awake? How do you

me get out of bed and walk around. Let’s see if I can

bed, but

man forged in battle, with stubbornness