Chapter 162 - I Want Him Kneeling At My Feet

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

Master Williams turned around and gave Clarence a startled look.

‘Yeah!

‘Why did she bring so many physical examination reports for a minor cold consultation?

‘And it was years of physical examination reports, too.

‘The woman seemed to know that her husband was going to die.

‘Something’s definitely wrong!’

Clarence walked over to the man’s ‘corpse’ with his hands behind his back. 

“Don’t you know what I’m talking about?

“Everyone can see what I mean.

“My husband walked into your Thirteen Hall, alive and kicking.

“Now, my husband is dead. Won’t you give me an explanation?” The woman was stubborn, though she was already sounding somewhat guilty.

She had a feeling that Clarence knew something was up.

‘No way!

‘Absolutely not.’

Clarence almost laughed aloud. “What if I could bring your husband back to life?”

“What?”

The woman froze. She looked a little hesitant. “If you can bring my husband back to life, I’ll admit that you’re a good doctor.”

“You’ll admit that I’m a good doctor?” Clarence could not help laughing out loud this time. “I don’t need you to admit that I’m a good doctor.

“All you have to do is tell me who sent you.”

Clarence looked around. “And who sent all of you?”

After catching Clarence’s eye, everyone stepped back and stared at the floor.

“You…”

The woman’s pupils shrank slightly, and then, she roared, “What do you mean, who sent me? No one sent me. We’re here for medical treatment.

“Nice job, you almost tricked me.

“My husband indeed died in Thirteen Hall, and you can’t deny that.”

“Are you sure your husband’s dead?” Clarence laughed.

“Master Williams, did you boil water for tea today?”

Master Williams looked at Clarence helplessly. ‘There’s no time to waste, yet Clarence’s in the mood for tea?

‘Someone’s died!

‘Thirteen Hall won’t be able to open for business until we figure this out.’

It was a big deal for a clinic to kill someone.

Master Williams steeled himself. “Yes, it should be boiling already.”

“Bring it here,” Clarence said flatly.

Master Williams asked in confusion, “Master Howard, how are you still in the mood for tea when someone’s just died?”

The woman also sneered at Clarence. “Yeah, your clinic killed my husband, yet you still want tea?

“Everyone, look. What an unethical clinic and what unethical doctors they are!

“He killed someone, and now, he’s in the mood for tea! It’s disgusting!”

Clarence smiled and said nothing.

Soon Master Williams came running with the kettle. Hot air came out of the spout. “Master Howard, the water’s here.”

Clarence took the bottle and smiled mysteriously. “Watch. I’m going to transform him into a living human now.”

The woman’s heart leaped into her throat as if she knew what Clarence was going to do.

The next moment, Clarence poured boiling water over the man’s ‘corpse’ as everyone watched.

Boiling water of nearly two hundred degrees Fahrenheit was poured all over his chest.

“Ahh…!”

There was a piercing scream, and the man jumped up as if his buttocks were on fire. His face contorted with pain.

“Huh? He’s alive?”

Master Williams was startled. He looked surprised as he gaped.

“What… What… What… are you doing…” The woman pointed to Clarence as she looked at her man in pain.

Clarence sneered. “What’s the matter?

“Wasn’t your husband dead?

“I saved your husband. Why aren’t you thanking me?

“Also, you don’t seem to be surprised that your husband has come back to life.”

The woman’s expression kept shifting.

Clarence looked at the patients around him. “Are you not surprised at all?

“It’s like you knew the man wasn’t dead.”

“Nonsense!”

“How would we have known?”

“We’re only here for the show!”

“Yes, we’re here for the show.”

The people around him could not help defending themselves.

Master Williams finally realized it. “Nice job. I was wondering why there were so many patients here all of a sudden. It turns out you’re all here to make trouble.”

Clarence shouted as he stepped out. “Tell me. Who sent you?”

“What do you mean who sent us?”

“Nobody sent us!”

Some of them were still stubborn.

“Haha, so you won’t say, will you?” Clarence sneered and shook his kettle, sending boiling water flying out of the spout and into the crowd, where it caused blisters when it hit the skin.

“Ahh…”

“What are you doing?”

“He wants to kill us!”

The patients screamed in pain and ran out of Thirteen Hall.

Clarence shouted, “Gunther, don’t let anyone go. Beat them up!”

“Huh? Beat them?” Gunther froze.

Clarence smiled. “Yes, beat them!”

“What the hell? How dare you make a scene at Thirteen Hall? I’ll throw everyone out with a broken arm.

“Yes!” Gunther rushed into the crowd after getting affirmation from Clarence.

He was a trained martial artist, and he could fight ten ordinary people by himself.

In just a few seconds, Gunther had broken the arms of a dozen people before throwing them out of Thirteen Hall.

At the sight of this, the rest turned around and ran to the street across from Thirteen Hall, shouting at Clarence, “How dare you beat people up?”

“Everyone, come and see. Thirteen Hall’s doctors beat people up.”

“Boo hoo hoo, our arms are broken.”

“Is a murderer like that fit to be a doctor?”

“Film it. Record it and post it online!”

“Yes! Ruin his reputation. We’ll see who will come to Thirteen Hall for medical treatment again!” The group of people snarled as they took out their phones to process the video they had shot and edit out some parts.

The man who had just played dead had become the victim, while Clarence was falsely accused of hurting patients with boiling water.

There was also the scene of Gunther beating people up, which was also twisted into Thirteen Hall beating up patients.

Undaunted, Clarence stood in the doorway laughing, “Post all you want. Go back and tell your Master they can just come at me all they want.

“I want to see who’s behind this!

“Next time you guys step into Thirteen Hall, it’s going to be more than a broken arm.”

What happened in Thirteen Hall quickly got back to Selina.

“What did you say?

“Clarence beat people up?

“Are you sure?” Selina froze, unable to believe her ears.

A man in a suit stood in front of Selina. “Yes, Ms. Lawson, he really beat people up.

“We also took photos and videos and posted them on Twitter.

“It has already caused a small wave of public opinion and also been retweeted by your influencers and celebrities.

“I’m sure it will dominate the headlines in a few hours.”

Selina jumped to her feet and burst out laughing. “Hahaha! Idiot. What an idiot.

“How dare he beat people up in a lawful society?

“Once he strikes them, it becomes a crime for intentional injury. Even if he’s in the right, it would still be deemed unreasonable!

“Not to mention him breaking people’s arms and letting others film him. I’ll see how he’ll deny it when we have solid evidence.”

The Port Island producer, Lisa, also shook her head in amusement. “They’re just barbarians. They don’t know anything about the law.

“We were just thinking about getting under his skin, but he started beating people up himself.”

Just then, a middle-aged man came in and said respectfully, “We’ve gotten the rights to develop Thirteen Hall’s land.

“We’ve also contacted the Urban Development Department and Mediterranean City’s hospitals. They’re going to cooperate with us!

“We’ve also finished producing evidence that Thirteen Hall’s been selling fake drugs. We just need your word to set it in motion.”

Selina sneered like a haughty queen. “It’s time. Ask everyone to gather at Thirteen Hall’s entrance tomorrow morning.

“I want to see how Clarence meets his demise!

“This time, I want him kneeling at my feet, begging me to let him cure my father!”