Chapter 3: The Unbound Thirteen

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The sudden voice startled the many experts present. Under their bewildered gazes, Gordon, dressed in a patient's gown, slowly emerged from the crowd. "What do you think you're doing? This is the ER, not a place for patients to cause a scene!" "Which psych ward are you from? How'd you get in here? Nurse! Take him back and give him a sedative!" Seeing Gordon step forward in his patient's gown, Jamie returned to reality and barked orders. "What are you all standing around for? Get him out of here immediately." Don't cause trouble here!" Jamie immediately wrote Gordon off as a lunatic. "Mr. Young, he... he came in with Ms. Lake." A female nurse said through gritted teeth. This nurse was one of the two whom Gordon had previously saved from Ralph, a beautiful, graceful woman named Fiona Larson, who was quite popular in the hospital. Grateful for Gordon saving her, and knowing he was Beatrice's husband, she didn't dare stop him. Beatrice hurried over. Only now did she notice that Gordon had followed her here. "Gordon, what are you doing here?" she said icily. "Fiona, take him back to his ward right now." She knew that Gordon had no medical knowledge, having never studied medicine. His presence here was nothing but a disturbance. "Gordon? Isn't he the useless guy who ended up in a coma after a car crash? Has he woken up?" The experts present were taken aback by Beatrice's words. Gordon had long been infamous as the former heir of the York Group, known for his reckless behavior. Since Beatrice deliberately kept things confidential and blocked the flow of information, many people had no idea what had happened in Gordon's ward. She felt that if this information got out, it would bring unnecessary trouble. Moreover, only a handful of people in Starville knew about her relationship with Gordon. "Mr. York, if you could..." Upon hearing this, Fiona approached Gordon softly. "This old man's lips are purple. He's got cold inside him, and his organs are failing. He's slipped from severe shock to a near-death state. Wait any longer, and not even the gods can save him!" Gordon scoffed, turning to leave the ER. Initially, he intended to save Luke, but the specialists neither appreciated it nor took him seriously, so why should he bother? As a renowned Demon Lord and legendary healer, he had his pride. Watching Gordon's retreating figure, Beatrice felt a surge of absurdity. Could he have a way? "Wait!" Just as Gordon was about to leave the ER, Beatrice called out impulsively. "What?" Gordon asked coldly without turning around. "Do you have a way to save Professor Miles?" Beatrice couldn't help but ask. "Of course!" Gordon still didn't turn back. "How confident are you?" "One hundred percent." "Then, give it a try." "Just because you ask, I'm supposed to help you?" Gordon continued to walk out. His arrogance was palpable. "Hmph, acting all mysterious. Just a guy who woke up from a coma. He's probably lost his marbles, stirring up trouble here. I suggest we transfer him to a psychiatric hospital. After all, no one in the York family cares about him." Jamie sneered, not noticing Beatrice's glare. Gordon didn't pause in his steps. He had no interest in arguing with such insignificant people. "Mr. Young, you're right. I'll contact the psychiatric hospital shortly and have him sent over," a doctor under Jamie's command said. "Forget it, let him stay. After all, this lunatic contributes quite a bit to our hospital's revenue each month. Just ensure the department takes good care of him," Jamie joked. Beatrice's expression turned even colder at the implication of Jamie's words. Even though her relationship with Gordon was a secret, he was still her husband. She paid his medical bills. Jamie's words only infuriated her further. "Mr. Young, if you're so impressive, how about we make a bet?" Just as Beatrice was about to rebuke, Gordon turned and spoke with a teasing smile. "Why would I make a bet with a lunatic?" Jamie retorted irritably. "Looks like you're afraid. Here's the bet: I won't make things difficult for you. If I can save the old man, you must admit you're a lunatic." Before Gordon could finish, Jamie interrupted, "And if you can't?" "If I fail, I'll clean the entire hospital. How about that?" A dangerous glint flickered in Gordon's eyes. "Fine! Let me see what you're capable of." Jamie agreed on the spot, confident that Gordon was bound to lose. He intended to teach this lunatic a lesson. Moreover, having Gordon handle the hospital's cleaning would save a significant expense, which could boost his performance and aid his promotion. "Gordon..." Beatrice couldn't help but speak. To her, Gordon's bet seemed reckless. However, Gordon ignored her, walked to the patient's bedside, removed the various medical instruments connected to Luke, and felt his pulse. With that simple gesture, Gordon's demeanor changed entirely. The pulse turned the basic condition of the patient's body into information in his mind. Luke had indeed slipped into a pseudo-death state, with no signs of life, leading the experts to declare his resuscitation efforts a failure. "Bring me a box of silver needles." Gordon ordered. Yet no one moved, watching him with mocking expressions. "Give it to him!" Only when Beatrice's icy voice rang out did a nurse hand Gordon a box of silver needles. He took a five-inch needle. Under the astonished eyes of the crowd, it swiftly pierced into Luke's heart. The entire needle disappeared into Luke's body, causing many present to cover their mouths instinctively. However, Gordon didn't stop. He propped Luke into a sitting position and took a seven-inch needle. "Ahh!" As people exclaimed in shock, Gordon fiercely stabbed the seven-inch needle into Luke's head, causing those with weaker stomachs to shut their eyes, unwilling to witness the gruesome scene. Gordon's needlework was too ruthless, overturning people's understanding. Even the seasoned acupuncturists present were left bewildered and shocked. This wasn't saving a life. It was murder. "This is outrageous! Why are you all standing there? Stop him immediately!" Jamie shouted in anger. He was the one who made the bet with Gordon. If anything happened, wouldn't the blame fall squarely on him? Watching Beatrice remain silent, Jamie suspected a trap set by her and Gordon to make him take the fall. "What are you waiting for? Didn't you hear me? Stop him now!" Sweat poured down Jamie's forehead as he shouted in panic. "Wait!" Just as someone was about to intervene, Beatrice's voice interrupted. "Ms. Lake, what is the meaning of this? Are you willing to take responsibility if something goes wrong?" Jamie, more convinced of his suspicions, shouted. He felt cornered by Gordon and Beatrice. "I'm done." Before Beatrice could respond, Gordon's calm voice echoed. As Gordon's voice resonated, all eyes turned to Luke. Yet, he remained unchanged, showing no signs of life. However, Gordon's face appeared paler. There were beads of sweat covering his forehead. Though he was a medical sage skilled in the Sacred Medical Tome and adept in the Unbound Thirteen, Gordon had just reincarnated, and using the technique was taxing. "Done? Just like that? You think we're fools? Professor Miles looks no different than before." Jamie's face darkened. "Look! Professor Miles's complexion is turning rosy!" Before Jamie could finish his tirade, a doctor's exclamation drew his attention to Luke, whose pallid face showed signs of life. "Ugh!" In an instant, Luke's face turned a deep red. He vomited a mouthful of dark blood before slowly opening his bewildered eyes. "W-where am I?" A weak voice escaped his lips. Witnessing Luke's revival, the room fell into silence. Everyone stared in disbelief, mouths agape. Jamie's jaw dropped, wide enough to fit an egg. Even Beatrice stood in shock, gazing at Gordon, waves of astonishment washing over her. He had revived Luke. How did he do it? Gordon grew increasingly mysterious. Since awakening, it was as if he had become another person. "Mr. Young, you lost. Fulfill the bet, please." Gordon retrieved the needles and pocketed them. Then he turned his gaze to Jamie, speaking coldly. At that moment, all eyes fell on Jamie. "Why are you all looking at me? I was only betting for Professor Miles's sake. Thanks to me, he was saved." Feeling the weight of their gazes, Jamie gritted his teeth. "I've seen shameless people, but never someone like you! If I had lost, you'd probably boast about saving the hospital a fortune in cleaning costs." "Accept your loss. Cut the nonsense and fulfill the bet, or I might send you to the psychiatric hospital for a stay!" Gordon's voice was icy, his gaze unyielding. Under Gordon's gaze, Jamie felt a chill down his spine, as if facing a primordial beast. Instinctively, he looked to Beatrice for help, only to find her turning away, ignoring him entirely. "I... I'm a lunatic!" Under Gordon's unrelenting gaze, recalling his eerie techniques, Jamie could only bite the bullet and fulfill his end of the bet. "Huh? What did you say? Speak up, I can't hear you!" Gordon feigned a listening gesture. "I'm a lunatic!" "What? Louder!" "I'm a lunatic!" "Are you sick? Why's your voice so soft? Louder!" "I'm a lunatic!" Filled with rage, Jamie couldn't hold back and shouted with all his might. "Yes, I know you're a lunatic. No need to shout so loudly for the whole hospital to hear." Satisfied, Gordon nodded and walked out, leaving behind a profound impression. The room erupted in laughter. Even Beatrice couldn't help but smile, curiosity about Gordon filling her gaze as he departed. Thus, Jamie's story circulated throughout Starville Hospital.

Chapter 3: The Unbound Thirteen

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