Chapter 129 - 129 The Young Man in White, Unparalleled in Medicine and Martial Arts

129 The Young Man in White, Unparalleled in Medicine and Martial Arts

“Stinky Braydon! I’ve been waiting for you for so long!” Heather Sage’s eyes were filled with resentment.

“In order to save Ginny, Young Master Braydon didn’t close his eyes for seven days. After he was done, he hurried over,” Logan Hall explained.

“Is Ginny okay now?” Heather remembered that Ginny Neal had fallen ill at the amusement park.

“Ginny is fine now. How’s Grandma?” Braydon nodded.

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“The doctor has sent out four critical notices in a row. Grandma is old, and half of her body is soft. The doctor said that it’s a sign of stroke, which is a high-risk period for older people.”

Harold Sage was more mature. He had already accepted Braydon and treated him as his brother-in-law. He could be considered half a Sage family member.

Moreover, Grandma Sage was nearly eighty years old and was considered an advanced elder. It was actually very common for her to suddenly fall ill even though she was in good health.

In the countryside, many elderly people who were originally very healthy suddenly fell ill. It was not uncommon in various places.

Humans lived for a hundred years, while wood lived for a thousand.

Humans were not trees. To be able to live for so long, close to eighty years old, was definitely considered to be of old age.

Through the intensive care unit, Braydon looked at the silver-haired old woman who was lying quietly inside. He placed his left hand on the door handle and was ready to go in.

A head nurse walked over from a distance and shouted, “What are you doing?”

“This is the doctor I’ve invited!” Harold explained.

The head nurse frowned. “Mr. Sage, this is the Preston Hospital, not your home. Outsiders are not allowed to enter the intensive care unit. Besides, does this gentleman have a medical license?” she asked. “If something happens to the old lady, who will take the responsibility?”

Her overbearing tone made people feel annoyed.

“I’ll take responsibility!” Braydon replied.

“You? It’s not that I’m looking down on you, but if something happens to the old lady, who do you think you are? Do you think you can bear the responsibility?” The head nurse glared at him.

At this moment, Logan was standing silently behind him. He received a phone call and turned around, saying in a low voice, “Young Master Braydon, Gunter Bell is here. He brought people from the Central Research Institute, and they’re eager to see you.”

“Let them wait!” Braydon was worried about Grandma Sage and had no time to care about matters like that.

“Gunter seems to be in a hurry…” Logan hesitated.

Before he could finish his sentence, five men in military uniform appeared in the hospital corridor. They all had buzzcut hair, stood straight, and had two bars and four stars on their shoulders.

Even a child would be able to recognize that they were officers.

Moreover, they were top-notch majors. One step further and they would be generals.

Gunter was in the lead with the four senior colonels behind him. They had rushed to this place.

The head nurse was stunned. She did not know who these big shots were looking for.

“Professor Neal,” Gunter said apologetically, “I’m very sorry. There’s an emergency in the research lab. I have to ask you to go over.”

Braydon ignored him. Grandma Sage was in critical condition, so he could not just leave like that.

Of the four people beside Gunter, the middle-aged man who looked very sturdy was called Hudson Zamora. He took out his work ID and said solemnly, “Professor Neal, I’m from the Central Research Institute. Please cooperate with me and head to the research lab at Preston University immediately.”

“Are you giving me orders?”

Braydon’s eyes were cold. He had not heard anyone talk to him in this tone for many years.

Hudson frowned. “You’re the chief engineer for the research that is ongoing. Now that there’s an emergency, you must be present and listen to orders!

“Professor Neal, please come with us!”

The other was a burly man who exuded an air of authority without being angry, and he had the air of a soldier.

The five of them coming to invite this young genius was already giving him enough face.

If someone had not repeatedly told them to be polite when they came to invite Braydon, they would have taken Braydon by force long ago.

The head nurse’s eyes were filled with respect. She did not expect this young man to have such a big background that Gunter and the other four would come to invite him.

If Braydon had not seen that they were wearing military uniforms, he would have already beaten them up.

“Just the five of you aren’t qualified to talk to me directly!” Braydon pushed open the door of the intensive care unit.

“If you want to see a patient, we can make an exception today, but if you treat a patient and any accidents happen, it has nothing to do with the hospital!” The head nurse said in shock.

“Yannie, what’s wrong?” An old man in a white coat appeared at the end of the corridor.

The commotion here had finally alerted the director of Preston Hospital, Director Grand.

The head nurse quickly said, “Director Grand, you’re finally here. I don’t know where this family hired a young doctor from to treat a patient. What if an accident happens?”

Director Grand walked into the intensive care unit after hearing this.

Braydon stood tall and handsome in the background. He stood quietly in the room, but he gave off a calm and peaceful aura.

“It’s you!” Director Grand said in surprise.

“Go get a box of silver needles and bring it here.”

Braydon stood in front of the bed.

“Okay, I’ll go get it now!” Director Grand nodded.

“Director, you…” The head nurse was stunned.

Director Grand knew very well how good this young man’s medical skills were. The head nurse hurriedly followed him and left.

“Director, he’s just a teenager, and he’s come to our hospital to treat someone. Do we have to provide him with silver needles and other equipment?” She was a little upset.

“Such insolence! Let me tell you this, his medical skills are unparalleled in Preston, no, even in the three provinces of the central plains. He’s at the national level!”

Director Grand’s face was filled with admiration. This was the height that he wanted to reach in his life.

Every profession required talent!

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As a top doctor, Director Grand was qualified to be the director of a big hospital in the provincial city. However, his family was in Preston, and he did not want to travel between the two places, so he was transferred to Preston Hospital to be the director.

However, he started learning at the age of seventeen, and it had been forty years since then.

How many forty years did a person have?

This was equivalent to half a lifetime.

He had spent his entire life studying medicine, but Director Grand was still just a first-class doctor and could not become a national doctor.

He knew that he had no hope in this life.

In order to become a national doctor, one must be an ancient martial artist and also a War God.

A War God level martial artist was someone who could be worshipped as a God and command a hundred thousand elites.

Such an important figure was already at the peak that ordinary people could not reach. There was no need for him to study medicine.

As a result, the number of national doctors was extremely small. Other than the northern territory, there were only a few known to the outside world.

Director Grand took the box of silver needles and handed it to Braydon with both hands. He said respectfully, “National Doctor Neal, here you go!”

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“National doctor?” Gunter was stunned.

He had known Braydon for a few days, but he never knew that the youngest professor since the establishment of Preston University was a national doctor!

What kind of freak was this!

With a slight movement of Braydon’s fingers, the sandalwood box opened up, and hundreds of silver needles of different sizes were densely packed inside.

Out of the many silver needles, Braydon took three and suspended them in his palm.

Using Qi to control acupuncture was a symbol of a national doctor.

Hudson’s pupils constricted. He looked calm on the outside, but his heart was already in a state of shock.

He was a martial artist himself, and a ninth-level warrior at that. He knew very well that to become a national doctor, he had to become a War God.

The white-robed young man in front of him was actually a War God?