Chapter 230 Convincing Everyone
Nathaniel Worthington, a renowned professor at Serenity Province General Hospital, was a man accustomed to respect. With countless students and accolades to his name, he commanded reverence wherever he went. Never in his life had he faced such utter humiliation!
At that moment, he wished the earth would swallow him whole. The urge to lash out at James was overwhelming, but he restrained himself. In this setting, any rash action would be his undoing. Besides, he wasn't even sure he could best James physically.
Cursing James under his breath, Nathaniel wondered where this anomaly had sprung from, capable of posing such an unanswerable question. He fumed, placing the blame squarely on Guadalupe's shoulders.
'It was that imbecile's fault for orchestrating this trap and provoking James in the first place.' He shouted inwardly.
James, however, was in no mood to let Nathaniel off the hook. Such an opportunity to expose the professor's shortcomings was a rare treat. With a disarming smile, he pressed, "Dr. Worthington, if you're unable to answer such a fundamental question, dare I ask if your professorship was merely… acquired?"
Nathaniel bristled, his eyes flashing with anger. He yearned to unleash a torrent of insults, but James's gaze, a deep and unnerving stare, stopped him short. Fear choked his retort, replaced by a muttered. "If you're so clever, why don't you enlighten us?"
Feigning ignorance to Nathaniel's jab, James shifted his attention, his eyes sweeping across the assembled modern medical practitioners. "Perhaps someone else can offer an answer?" he challenged.
Nathaniel, sensing an opportunity, seized it with desperate eagerness. "James," he exclaimed, his voice trembling with barely suppressed glee, "don't be a coward! If you're so confident, answer your own question! If you can't, you have no right to criticize us!"
"Is that so?" James's lips curled into a knowing smirk. With an air of effortless mastery, he proceeded to answer his own question. His explanation flowed seamlessly, a tapestry of impeccable theory, sound logic, and practical solutions. Nathaniel could only gape, his face draining of all color.
"Mr. Worthington," James continued, his tone laced with a touch of subtle but biting sarcasm, "a word of advice: perhaps a bit of humility is in order. Medicine isn't a game; it demands unwavering responsibility towards those under our care. If you lack the competence, I suggest relinquishing your professorship. Such a charade is… embarrassing."
Humiliation washed over Nathaniel in waves. He trembled with impotent rage, unable to counter James's brilliance. In terms of medical knowledge, eloquence, or sheer presence, he was utterly outmatched.
Defeated and deflated, Nathaniel could only concede.
The impact of this exchange was immediate and profound. No one dared underestimate James again. His formidable intellect was undeniable.
The subsequent Q&A session saw a dramatic shift. The modern medical practitioners, once so eager to challenge, now directed their questions elsewhere, steering clear of James entirely.
But James, having tasted victory, was not content to sit idly. He had drawn first blood and had no intention of sheathing his claws. One by one, he targeted the modern doctors with pointed inquiries.
His opponents, however, had learned their lesson. They resorted to evasion tactics, feigning deafness or veering off into irrelevant tangents. James found himself facing a wall of calculated indifference.
A strange spectacle unfolded. The modern medical contingent, hundreds strong, cowered under James's intellectual onslaught, while their traditional medicine counterparts bore the brunt of his relentless questioning, their discomfort palpable.
The audience watched in bewildered amusement. Was this a victory for traditional medicine or a testament to James's audacity?
The judges, faced with this unprecedented situation, declared a tie.
However, one judge stood apart. Harmony, the enigmatic beauty, awarded a perfect score to traditional medicine and a resounding zero to their modern counterparts.
With her vote, traditional medicine narrowly clinched the round.
Harmony's unconventional scoring drew considerable attention. Both the live audience and those watching from home were captivated by the stunning judge who resembled a celestial being.
For a fleeting moment, James's eyes met Harmony's. He was struck by the intensity of her gaze, a fire burning within them. A strange flustered feeling washed over him, and he quickly averted his eyes.
The first round, marred by James's initial anonymity, had ended in defeat for traditional medicine. The second, thanks to Harmony's decisive vote, was a victory.
The stage was set for a thrilling final round.
James's presence had transformed the typically mundane conference into a captivating spectacle. Viewership soared, with people tuning in through television and online platforms, eager to witness the unfolding drama.
"Have you been watching the East-West Medicine Conference in M City?"
"What's there to see? It's the same old story, with traditional medicine getting trounced. Utterly boring."
"You're clearly out of the loop! This year is different! Traditional medicine has a secret weapon, a young prodigy who's single-handedly dismantling the modern medical establishment. It's incredible!"
"You're pulling my leg!"
"See for yourself! Turn on the television. The third round promises to be legendary!"
Conversations like these echoed throughout Serenity Province, fueling the growing frenzy surrounding the conference.
And the name "James" was on everyone's lips.
The organizers were astounded by the surge in viewership. In previous years, the conference had struggled to attract even a meager audience, relegated to background noise for medical professionals.
Now, the ratings were through the roof, shattering all previous records!
The realization that James was the driving force behind this phenomenon sent shockwaves through the organizers.
James, oblivious to the commotion he had caused, wouldn't have cared even if he knew.
He wasn't there for fame or recognition. His sole purpose was to champion the cause of traditional medicine.
The second round concluded, and a thirty-minute break was announced. The atmosphere among the traditional medicine practitioners had undergone a complete transformation.
Gone was the initial skepticism and disdain. Many, their hearts won over by James's performance, approached him with newfound respect and admiration.
Of course, a few curmudgeons remained, their pessimism unshaken. They clung to the belief that James, despite his eloquence, would falter in the crucial third round, where practical medical skills would be put to the test.
After all, medicine was not a game of words. Eloquence meant little if it couldn't translate into tangible healing.
Earlier, during his verbal sparring, James had consumed copious amounts of water to preserve his voice. Now, nature called. Excusing himself from a conversation with Edwin, he made his way to the restroom.
As he reached the entrance, a hand shot out, delivering a resounding clap to his back.
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