I am the ruler of all novel (Kingsley) novel Chapter 242

Chapter 242
“That’s right.” Dylan nodded. “You may prepare a demo of the treatments on the spot so that everyone can judge which method is more effective and feasible!”
“Sounds good.” Liam crossed his hands behind his back and put on a defiant expression.
“Today, we will show the traditional medicine community what is science and what is trash!”
Others chimed in, “Exactly! Anyone can brag about how great they are! We’ll be able to judge who is superior after a demo!”
“Haha. Once we show off our skills, I’m afraid all traditional medicine practitioners will be miserable!”
“That would be funny. Traditional medicine will no longer have a foothold in the future…”
Listening to everyone’s discussion, Scott frowned and said to Dylan, “How do you expect us to do the demo, Director Wayne? Ancient healing methods require us to apply acupuncture and moxibustion externally as well as consuming herbal medicine internally for replenishment by determining the yin and yang, five elements, vital energy flow, visceral manifestation, and meridians. How should we perform all these?”
Blake nodded and agreed, “Mr. Ragland is right. It will be difficult for us to perform a demo, so it is extremely disadvantageous to us, ancient doctors!”
“Hahaha…” Mateo snickered disdainfully, “I think you’re just scared! You are a bunch of people who deceive the world!”
“You—”
Scott pointed his finger at Mateo as his face turned red with anger. “How dare you speak so brazenly?! Don’t you treat me and Mr. Duncan as your seniors?!”
Mateo shrugged. “I’m going to work in a hospital in Mittera soon anyway. Why should I waste time on you, paranoid old geezers?”
“How… How could you?!” Scott roared at Liam, his face ashen.
“Professor Clayton, don’t you feel ashamed that your student is being so disrespectful?!”
Liam looked indifferent.
“I’m only responsible for teaching him. It’s his freedom to do whatever besides that. We Mitterans are not as pedantic and dogmatic as you Qustians.”
“Yeah. We are all Mitteran nationals,” declared Mateo with a look of contempt.
“We’re willing to spread science and cure diseases to save lives in Qustia. You should be grateful to us and accept our criticism!”
“You—”
Just as Scott wanted to say something, Kingsley stepped forward to stop him.
Immediately, Kingsley raised his head and turned to Dylan, who was standing on the stage.
“I think Mr. Ragland is right. It is too hasty for a demo. It is impossible to prove the strength of ancient doctors in that way.”
“Oh? Then what do you suggest?” Dylan asked. “Do you have a better idea?”
Kingsley smiled.
“Since Mr. Stein’s request is to revive a vegetative person, then we should treat a vegetative person. If it is just a demo, how can we convince the public?”
“Erm…” Dylan was speechless.
“What you said makes sense, but where should I get a patient in a vegetative state for you now? Even if there were patients in the city hospitals, they wouldn’t be able to stand the long journey of two hours! The patient’s family will never agree to it! Your idea is unrealistic.”
Kingsley shook his head. “You don’t have to go through the trouble. We can turn someone into a vegetative state right away.”
Dylan, Liam, Mateo, and the rest of the crowd were too stunned to speak.
Everyone was speechless and puzzled, not quite sure what he meant.
Only Alice’s expression changed slightly.
She recalled her first encounter with Kingsley when she was competing with Zayn for the right to operate Bailey Weiss.
At that time, Kingsley said to Zayn, “Since you are so desperate for heart surgery, I will send you a patient!”
He then punched Jude in the chest until it was smashed!
Recalling the incident, Alice could not help but feel worried, and her worries were reflected in her big and beautiful eyes.
She secretly prayed that Kingsley would not be impulsive this time.
Under her gaze, Kingsley walked toward Blake and inquired, “Did you bring the needles this time?”
“Yes, I did!”
Blake quickly took out a box of acupuncture needles from his pocket and respectfully handed it to Kingsley.
How could he make another mistake after what happened this morning?
After taking the needle box, Kingsley looked at Liam coldly. “Are you ready to compete with me?”
Liam was startled to hear that. “You want to compete with me?”
He emphasized the word ‘me’, and his tone was full of disdain.
“Little brat! You’re not worthy of confronting my teacher right away!” Mateo stepped forward and scoffed contemptuously, “Get past me first!”