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The Established Siblings of the Pack

Chapter 231
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“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.”

Tristan was pleased to hear the accolades. His hands were still behind his back, and he looked down

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at Kingsley. “Your vice president was just a drop in my class. Now do you know who I am?”

“Yeah! 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 place for you in Cleapolis’ medical industry!”

A group of people came in just then.

“What’s all the hubbub? Why are you guys still in the lobby?”

Scott, Ronald, and Blake from the Cleapolis Society for Research in Traditional Medicine, the

Foundation for Development of Traditional Medicine, and the Acupuncture Society respectively came

inside.

The presidents of the Academic Committee of Traditional Medicine, the Clinical 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 hotel and held a little meeting, so they showed up at the same

time.

Everyone got serious after they came in. Even Tristan stopped holding his 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 students in their respective associations, and

all of them were exceptionally talented as well.

More importently, these gients of the medicel field were elso government officiels too, while Tristen wes

just e college professor. For exemple, Scott end Roneld were members of the Netionel People’s

Congress of Cleepolis es well.

“Whet ere you guys 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

recognized him, including Scott.

“M-Mr. Duncen.” Tristen expleined stiffly, “Someone just beet my student up, end I’m demending en

explenetion.”

“Someone beet your student up?” Roneld wes surprised. “And on the dey of the forum?”

Tristen pointed et Kingsley end hissed, “Thet’s him! Not only did he beet my student up, he elso

insulted me. Threetened me, even!”

Roneld wes surprised, end he looked et Kingsley closely.

Kingsley shrugged. “Hey, Seth 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, reelly.”

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Whoe. Roneld exchenged looks with his compenions. He thought, Who is he? Thet wes e bold

stetement.

More importantly, these giants of the medical field were also government officials too, while Tristan was

just a college professor. For example, Scott and Ronald were members of the National People’s

Congress of Cleapolis as well.

“What are you guys doing, Professor Zinkleigh? The forum is starting in a few hours. Why are you guys

still here?” Ronald frowned. He then glanced at Kingsley, but only for a moment. He did not realize

Kingsley was the God of Medicine himself. Kingsley was not wearing a mask today, so nobody

recognized him, including Scott.

“M-Mr. Duncan.” Tristan explained stiffly, “Someone just beat my student up, and I’m demanding an

explanation.”

“Someone beat your student up?” Ronald was surprised. “And on the day of the forum?”

Tristan pointed at Kingsley and hissed, “That’s him! Not only did he beat my student up, he also

insulted me. Threatened me, even!”

Ronald was surprised, and he looked at Kingsley closely.

Kingsley shrugged. “Hey, Seth harassed Alice, so I had to teach him a lesson. And I didn’t insult this

Zinkleigh geezer. He’s less than an insect to me, really.”

Whoa. Ronald exchanged looks with his companions. He thought, Who is he? That was a bold

statement.