The Legendary Man novel Chapter 831

The Legendary Man Chapter 831-The young commander would probably never understand why he had to suffer a severe beating in his entire lifetime.

The young commander would probably never understand why he had to suffer a severe beating in his entire lifetime.

After all, Jonathan couldn’t possibly explain that he almost got blasted into pieces by his own men.

Verily, he couldn’t afford to bear such humiliation.

At Central Hospital in Zadiff, Jonathan’s arrival immediately plunged the entire hospital into a frenzy.

Aiden walked out with a cigarette in his mouth, looking haggard beyond words.

“‘You’re finally back, Mr. Goldstein!” He trotted all the way to the lobby and grabbed Jonathan’s arm, asking frantically, “Where’s the antidote? Did you get it?”

At the sight of the man all panicked, a sense of foreboding promptly flooded Jonathan.

“Did something happen to Dorian?”

Aiden nodded profusely.

“Let’s not talk about this first. Quick, give me the antidote! He has tried to take his life thrice. Even now, he’s still lying in the intensive care unit!”

“What?”

Jonathan shot a hand out and formed a massive palm with spiritual energy to propel Aiden along as he sprinted toward the fifth floor.

In less than three breaths, the two of them had already reached the door of the intensive care unit.

Jonathan’s face was frightfully grim as he pinned his eyes on Dorian lying inside with tubes all over.

“What’s going on here, Aiden? According to your assessment, wasn’t Dorian supposed to be able to hang on for two weeks? I’ve only been gone for twelve days. Why did he end up in such a state?”

Right then, Aiden was still in shock from being carried forward at lightning speed. Straightening his glasses tremblingly, he heaved a sigh.

“I underestimated the agony he would endure. For the first seven days, he could still communicate normally. But later on, he grew increasingly irritable. He even gave up controlling his spiritual energy and allowed the wounds to bleed. When we stopped him from doing so, he started self-mutilating and attempting suicide. In desperation, we could only continuously pump anesthetic into him so he’d remain unconscious. That aside, the blood flow from his wounds was too great. The Thunder King of War of the Northern Army urgently mobilized twenty cultivators of Superior Realm to take turns sealing his wounds with spiritual energy around the clock.”

Jonathan cast his gaze into the intensive care unit. Sure enough, a cultivator was sitting tall at the head of Dorian’s bed while grasping the man’s hand, perpetually infusing spiritual energy into him.

Pushing open the door to the ward, Jonathan reached out and placed a hand on Dorian’s arm.

“Mr. Goldstein,” the cultivator greeted cautiously.

Jonathan waved a hand, dismissing him.

“If there’s no antidote, Dorian can’t be healed at all, Mr. Goldstein.”

Jonathan frowned slightly.

“I’m the medicine. Even if he lacks a heart today, I can still give him life once more!”

“Uh…”

As one of the top figures in the medical field in Chanaea, Aiden naturally didn’t believe the man. However, he couldn’t say anything contrary, considering Jonathan’s status.

Furthermore, he was aware that the latter was a cultivator.

He couldn’t help having a shred of anticipation after hearing such a confident statement.

Jonathan took out several short blades and daggers. With a mere thought, the spiritual energy around him swirled and slowly lifted Dorian up.

By then, blood had begun oozing out of Dorian’s wounds since there was no longer any spiritual energy suppressing them.

Scanning his spiritual sense over the wounds littering Dorian’s body, Jonathan flicked his fingers imperceptibly. At once, the short blades floating in mid-air turned into cold glints of light and slashed at the wounds.

“Ahh!”

Excruciating agony jolted Dorian awake from his sleep. Regretfully, the surging spiritual energy around him had been suppressed by Jonathan with a single hand.

“Kill!”

In his daze, he even thought that he had been ambushed. Exerting force on both hands, he struggled to break free from the latter’s grasp to retaliate.