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âYou managed to stop my brotherâs mountain-breaking punch?â Kate had a shocked expression on her face.
âAgain!â
The middle-aged man swung another punch at Clarence. He had practiced martial arts for more than two decades, and he was older than Clarence.
Once again, Clarence managed to stop his mountain-breaking punch.
He was still unconvinced.
âAgain?â Clarence frowned.
This time, the middle-aged man was very fast. He was giving it his all as he pounced on Clarence like a rhino.
Clarence had never learned any punches, but he could accumulate all the force in his body and exert it all in just one punch.
Bam!
The middle-aged man staggered more than ten steps back again, while Clarence only took half a step back.
âYou⦠This is impossible! How can this be possible? Are you a martial artist as well?â The middle-aged manâs eyes were filled with fire.
Clarence shrugged. âIâve never practiced martial arts before, but if you insist that I am a martial artist, then so be it. Anyway, I did just start learning yesterday.â
âYou started yesterday, and youâve managed to defeat me today? Kid, youâre lying.â The middle-aged man looked at Clarence coldly. His voice was sinister.
Clarence spread his hands out. âWhatever.â
âHmph, after I defeat you, I donât believe youâll still withhold the truth then.â The middle-aged man was about to strike once more.
âStop it!â
Suddenly, a dignified voice came from outside Thirteen Hall. âBill, donât be rude.â
Over ten people appeared at the entrance of Thirteen Hall. They stood in a row, all looking valiant. Someone pushed a wheelchair into Thirteen Hall.
The man in the wheelchair was wearing a traditional costume and looked to be in his fifties. He had a buzzcut and a square jaw, and he looked very spirited.
âDad!â
When Bill and Kate saw the man, they could not help but lower their heads.
Clarence spotted Gunter walking in behind the man in the wheelchair. He had a delivery in his hands, and he kept eying Clarence.
When Clarence saw this, he could already guess who the middle-aged man was.
Bill and Kate had called him âDadâ, and they had previously said that they were from the Martial Arts Association.
Gunther was Julianâs subordinate, and Julian was the vice president of the Martial Arts Association of Mediterranean City. Since Gunther was treating the man in the wheelchair so politely, Clarence figured that he was possibly the president of the association branch.
Indeed, the man in the wheelchair said, âMy name is Roger Reed and I am the president of the Martial Arts Association in Mediterranean City. Just now, my son and daughter were very rude to you. I hope you wonât blame them too much. I would like to apologize to you on their behalf.
âI also heard that you saved my daughter, so I came here to gift you a 300-year-old wild mountain ginseng. I hope youâll accept it.â
Roger lifted his hand, and someone immediately placed a box on it. When he opened it, there was a wild mountain ginseng about half a meter long inside.
Master William reacted quickly, walking over to take a look. âMaster Howard, what an exquisite thing! The root is intact and looks perfect, and not to mention, it doesnât have any cracks. Itâs quite large, so Iâm very sure it has to be around 300 years old. It might even be 350 years old.
âIf we sell it on the market, it should fetch at least 30 million.
âHowever, it has to be noted that ginseng can prolong someoneâs life, so no one would sell such a thing. One might not be able to buy it even if they have the money.â
Clarence was neither obsequious nor supercilious. âThis humble little doctor here would like to thank you, Mr. Reed.
âAccept it, Williams.â
Master Williams took the box with the ginseng and brought it to the back of the clinic, carrying it like it was a treasure.
When Roger saw that Clarence was behaving naturally and acting like a normal person and that Clarence was not scared of him, he was a little surprised.
With the amount of power he held in Mediterranean Cityâs society, people usually knelt in fear at even the sound of Rogerâs name. Everyone was very respectful to him. They rarely even dared to breathe too loudly around him.
Thus, it was surprising when a young person like Clarence, especially one with no particular background, was so indifferent toward him.
Roger waved his hand. âYou two, come apologize to him.â
Roger had come from a martial arts family, so he still held a very imposing prestige in Bill and Kateâs hearts.
They did not dare go against their father, so they could only brace themselves. âSorry.â
âItâs fine. Iâm very forgiving, so I wonât blame you two.â Clarence smiled and waved his hand.
Kate was stunned. She suddenly flew into a fit of rage. âHow dare you be so arrogant? I apologized to you becauseâ¦â
âShut up!â Roger scolded.
Kate could only obediently shut her mouth after that.
âYouâre speechless now, huh?â
Clarence covered his mouth as he laughed. Kate could only glare at him and try to control her temper. She looked like a mischievous child.
Clarence found this all very fun. Kate was not a bad person, she was just very hot-tempered.
Roger looked at the people on the ground and put his hands together, gesturing at Clarence. âMr. Howard, can you let these people go?â
âOf course.â Clarence walked through the throng of people on the ground and removed the silver needles from their bodies before pressing down on their acupoints.
The men finally got up. They all ran to stand behind Bill.
Kate suddenly remembered that her purpose for coming here had been to ask Clarence to treat her father.
Clarence had healed the broken meridians in her body, so did that mean her father might be able to stand up again, even though he had become crippled?
âDr. Howard, I was wrong just now. The person I want you to save is my father,â Kate said quickly.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om
Clarence smiled. âIf you wanted me to save your father, you couldâve just asked him to come here. Why did you want to abduct me?â
Kate blushed. âI was worried you would reject me.â
Clarence shook his head. âAs a patient, I have no reason to deny him treatment if heâs here in Thirteen Hall. Tell your father to come here, and Iâll take a look at him.â
Roger frowned, not moving.
Clarence knew Roger did not trust him.
He was not in a hurry, so he sat down in a chair and picked up his teacup to sip some tea.
Kate was anxious. âDad, whatâs wrong? Go and let Dr. Howard look at your condition. You still havenât been able to walk since your fight with Dom last month where he hurt your legs. I know your condition is very serious, so Dr. Howard is the only one who can save you now. Dad, do you doubt your daughter?â
Last night, she had snuck into Domâs lair and gotten severely hurt.
If Clarence had not saved Kate, she would be dead right now.
Kate knew Clarence was a good doctor.
However, Roger did not believe it. He did not believe that someone had been able to save his daughter, making her go from being severely injured to becoming hale and hearty in the same morning.
His daughter must have been confused, or perhaps she had been so severely hurt that she had experienced illusions.
Suddenly, a refreshing laugh came from the door of Thirteen Hall. âMr. Reed, donât trust him. If he knows medicine, pigs can fly. Iâve brought Mr. Lorenz over. Heâs from abroad, so heâll be able to provide you with the most professional treatment.
âA barefoot doctor from somewhere remote and desolate canât compete with Mr. Lorenzâs skills.â
A young man wearing a suit and gold-rimmed glasses walked in with a smile. What surprised Clarence the most was that Peony and Miranda were behind him.
Peony nodded and chimed in, âMr.. Sanders is right. If Clarence knows medicine, pigs can fly!â