RISE OF THE DRAGON HEIR: from amnesia to ascension

Chapter 8

Saint decided to go on to the hospital with no member of the Dragon Clan apart from the man that led the way.

Though a member of his Clan was being taken care of there. There still stood a lot of people that needed help.

And his selfishness was going to speak through if he dared to disrupt the medical process of these patients.

However, getting into the ward where he had been admitted, another person laid on the bed.

Ken had his face flooded with confusion, his eyes deepening right into their sockets.

"Then we should look for him!" Saint's calmness edged through the room.

Their search eventually leads them off through the glimpse of the hall, a nurse rolling him off in a wheel bed.

"Where are you taking master Griffin to?" Ken's face burned red with anger. It seemed like he was going to tear the nurse that stood right before him apart however Saint prevented him from doing so.

"Where are you taking him off to?" Saint inquired.

"Ward 99!"

Ken's face suddenly grew pale. The ward Ninety was a ward that was mainly dominated by people that were assumed to be dead already.

But they needed the consent of the person or at least a close relation and Gerald hasn't been able to talk in a while.

"How can you just assume that he is dead? When he is still breathing!" His eyes flashed with anger.

However, the nurse remained calm and his sight was unfazed.

"I'm only an intern given strict instructions. If you have issues with them, you can see the head doctor!"

Ken vibrated, However with the heir of the Dragon Clan standing right before him, he was able to control the rage that surged throughout his vines.

"Take us to the doctor!"

The nurse dragging off the wheels led them to the office of the head doctor. He seemed to be having a meeting with a few other people when they walked in.

"Doctor.." He was suddenly interrupted by the nurse.

His face burned, breathed right, and his attempt to control his rising emotions were fertile.

"Can't you see that I am having a meeting with Doctor Vincent?" His hands met with the table that was before him.

"I'm sorry sir. These men objected to taking patient Gerald to the ninety ward!" He explained.

The head doctor recognized this case. Because during all his years of practice, he had never seen anyone with such an amount of internal damage before.

His heart pounded with the assurance that there was medically no hope possible for the patient, as he had been checked by the best doctor that the country could offer, Doctor Vincent.

But before speaking, the doctor seized up the man that was before him. Most of the people that came to the hospital were mostly men of prominence.

It was going to be a deadly thing offsetting one of them. However, the men before him seemed ordinary

They might have been able to bring the patient here because of the grant that they had received

Too bad that Doctor Saint had to waste his medical prowess on someone that didn't even have class.

Saint frowned. Even though he didn't go through the straight root of medicine, a doctor should never proclaim anyone alive as dead, especially in such a manner.

"Doctor Cain! I don't mean to ignore your medical judgment but I would like to look at the patient myself."

The air that rolled through the hall seemed to pull a sudden pause as the doctor rose off from his seat with his eyes set right on Saint.

"And who do you think you are? What medical heights have you attained?" The doctor inquired, his face filled with fury.

He didn't expect that a meeting with such a powerful medical figure of the community was going to be interrupted by some poor peasant.

But as much as he wanted to give the young Arrogant man before him a slap right in the face, the presence of Doctor Vincent in the room was enough for him to control his rage.

"I did go through the normal route of medicine. And I only know a little!" Saint replied politely.

Doctors Cain's face ran pale, the color running off from his face as he was taken aback in his steps.

"A little about medicine?" His face swelled with the rage that had gathered right in his face.

"And you come here to disturb my peace!"

"The little I know might be able to help."

Doctor Cain wanted to explode with words, all the hair on his body standing right in an instant, and his face deepened.

"I did the check myself Young mister. And you don't seem to have the wealth of experience backing you too!" A calm voice from the room suddenly brought the attention back to Doctor Vincent.

That was the first time that he spoke. He had declared the man as dead himself. Throughout his search, he had always wanted to learn more about medicine, create more drugs that were going to help the public. But it seemed like the world was exhausted of all its medical knowledge.

"I believe a trial won't be so bad... Doctor Vincent.." Replied Saint.

There was something in his eyes and the way that his head bowed, screaming a sense of familiarity. However, Vincent could not place exactly where it was.

"Indeed! Can be there to assist you at least!"

"I could never refuse you!"

Doctor Cain was most shocked as these words registered in his head.

"Assist?"

He had never seen doctor Saint talking to anyone in such a manner before. Had this young man charmed this man!

"Doctor Vin!" He tried objecting but he could not be allowed breathing space to speak

"If you can't help doctor Cain. I don't see any crime in letting someone else do it!"

Cain's words suddenly ran dry in his mouth and he could barely speak, only nodding his head at the instant.

"Sure!"

They went off to where Gerald was, the life almost exhausted out from his lungs.

Saint requested for a few acupuncture needles, placing them neatly into Gerald's pressure point.

Everyone started watching for his failure while Doctor Cain's face twisted with disgust.

'If anyone can get well through these archaic methods that have been proven not to work, then there would be no need for Doctors.' The thought came with an outer scoff.

Even when Cain was done he was already sweaty. However nothing happened.

Cain's frown deepened.

"I knew that he was a con right from the beginning!" He lashed out words even before Saint could speak suddenly making him sigh

"I believe I'm not done speaking yet!" He returned.

Just then, Gerald started panting from breathing. It seemed like he could not get enough air flowing through his lungs.

Ken's heart banged as he rushed forward towards Gerald with a loud shout.

"Master! Master! Are you okay?" His heart paced swiftly and his being jolted off from his body, multiple possibilities running through his mind.

But then, the vines of Gerald had stopped pulsing, most of the medical practitioners' heads bowed and Cain had a broad smile on his face that wasn't shown.

He stepped forward, with a finger of accusation that was pointed at Saint.

"You killed him. You're no medical practitioner but a murderer! And you deserve to rot behind bars!"

"I'm beginning to wonder how you got to this point if you don't know basic medical techniques!" Replied Saint.

A small crowd that included relatives of other persons that were sick started yelling at Saint, some throwing anything that was within arm reach at him.

"He needs to be put behind bars!"

"I knew right from the beginning that he was a con! Just looked like how he looks.

No medical practitioner would look like someone that had been starving for food!" They shot.

"As I said again! Don't come after me until I say I'm done!" Though Saint's words remained calm as always, the sudden energy that forged off from these words hitting the crowds suddenly brought a stop to their words.

He drew off the needles that were right in his lungs region, stabbing the two ruthlessly into the neck of Gerald.

Gerald suddenly drew in a loud gasp, his few grew all sweaty and he flung his airs open.

A wave of shock ran right through the hall as everyone stared at the impossibility before them.

"Did he come back from the Netherlands?"

"I can swear that I noticed him gone just a few moments ago!" The crowd gasped with shock.

Somewhere even digging their hands into their skin already all in an attempt to sober up. However, the sight before then remained.

Their hearts sank deep into the bottom of their feets. The eyes of disdain that they had once used to look at Saint suddenly turned into one of admiration.

"You're a saver!"

Cain could not believe it, his eyes ran blank with the truth that was before him.

Doctor Saint opened his mouth to speak but his words ran dry in his throats. After a few moments with his eyes still widened with shocks, he finally got himself to inquire.

"How's that possible? How were you able to do that?" He inquired.

"As I said! I know just a little about medicine!"

Doctor. Vincent's eyes brightened. All his life, he had been searching for someone that knows more about medicine other than himself.

And when he thought that such a person didn't exist anymore. A youngster turned out to be the one to beat his wildest imagination.

He drew a deep breath.

"Thanks Master Saint. Thanks!"

Doctor Vincent watching closely could see that the eyes that this man gave to Saint was much more than the eyes of being grateful.

He feared and revered this man. Even calling him master. The curiosity that rose up in him suddenly heightened.

He tried advancing towards Saint even though it wasn't the right and proper time. However the news that was being aired on the TV suddenly made Saint draw a pause.

"The largest wedding to be witnessed in the history of Belton city is finally here. The wedding between Victoria Zlate and Jack Sparrow, the perfect and dream couple!"

Saint's heart froze as his stare remained glued to the news lady in the city and the ever beautiful sight of Victoria in her wedding gown made his heart meet a loud bang.