Chapter 234 The Big Trouble in the Western Medicine Camp
The sudden commotion drew every eye, including those of the reporters holding the cameras for broadcasting, towards the unfolding drama.
"What's happening?"
"That doesn't look good!"
"Wait, something went wrong on the modern medicine side? I thought they had it all under control."
"Let's go see!"
The crowd burst into discussion.
The final round, up until this point, had been a predictable, if somewhat tedious, affair. The excitement and tension of the previous rounds were noticeably absent. Many in the audience, their attention waning, had even retreated to watch the live broadcast from the comfort of their homes.
But this, this was something different. This was live-action drama unfolding right before their eyes.
They crowded around the modern medicine camp, their murmurs dying down as they took in the scene.
A man, seemingly in his thirties, lay writhing on the ground, his body contorted at an unnatural angle. Foam bubbled at his lips, his eyes rolled back, and guttural groans escaped his throat. The young doctor assigned to him seemed frozen in place, his face a mask of panic.
James instantly recognized the symptoms. This was no ordinary ailment. If not treated correctly and quickly, the consequences could be dire.
He also noted, with a detached sense of curiosity, that the young doctor had misdiagnosed the patient, administering a treatment that only exacerbated the condition.
The organizers and judges, their faces grim, rushed towards the commotion.
"Mr. Moore!" an older doctor barked, his voice laced with displeasure. "What is the meaning of this? How could you let this happen?"
The modern side had been cruising towards an easy victory, but this incident, regardless of the outcome, was a public relations nightmare. After all, the cameras were still rolling.
Ezekiel, barely out of medical school and clearly out of his depth, stammered under the scrutiny. "I-I don't know," he stammered, his voice trembling. "I... I administered the injection based on his symptoms, but before I could even prescribe anything..."
Maximilian Sterling, Ezekiel's mentor and a renowned physician in his own right, frowned. Ezekiel was a brilliant student, full of potential, but his lack of experience was a glaring weakness. Maximilian had brought him to this event as a learning experience, never anticipating such a disastrous turn of events.
"Let me examine him," he said, pushing past Ezekiel.
Despite his simmering anger, Maximilian maintained a professional facade. He quickly administered a sedative, hoping to at least contain the convulsions, before examining the patient. A diagnosis formed in his mind, and he began preparing a course of treatment.
But minutes after the injection, the patient's convulsions returned with a vengeance. His groans escalated into ear-splitting screams, his body thrashing against the ground as if possessed. The raw agony in his voice sent chills down the spines of everyone present.
The foaming intensified, a gruesome spectacle that made even the most hardened medical professional wince. The patient thrashed wildly, overturning nearby tables and throwing the meticulously organized camp into disarray.
Maximilian, his initial confidence replaced by a cold dread, watched in horror. In all his years of practice, he had never witnessed anything like this.
"What's happening?" he muttered, his own heart pounding against his ribs.
If this were happening in the controlled environment of his hospital, he might have felt a flicker of panic, but nothing like the terror that gripped him now. This was a public spectacle, broadcast live to countless viewers. Even the smallest misstep would be amplified, dissected, and broadcast for all to see.
James, observing the unfolding chaos, allowed himself a small, private smile. It seemed fate was on his side. Just as he was contemplating ways to salvage the situation, this opportunity presented itself. This particular ailment, rare and notoriously difficult to diagnose, was tailor-made for a dramatic intervention. modern medicine, with its reliance on technology and standardized procedures, was ill-equipped to handle such a case. Traditional medicine, on the other hand...
The ailment was so rare, so difficult to detect, that it was practically unheard of. Its symptoms mimicked common, easily treatable conditions, making it nearly impossible to diagnose without a deep understanding of obscure medical texts. Even MRIs and blood tests wouldn't reveal its presence.
Only someone with James's encyclopedic knowledge and keen eye could have recognized it.
He wouldn't make his move just yet, though. The modern practitioners hadn't officially conceded defeat. Besides, the situation wasn't quite dramatic enough. He would wait for the perfect moment, the moment when their helplessness was undeniable, before making his move.
An organizer, his face a mask of concern, hurried over to Maximilian. "Mr. Sterling," he hissed, "get this under control! This is reflecting poorly on modern medicine! Do you understand the gravity of this situation?"
Maximilian, his mind racing, could only nod mutely. He had followed all the proper procedures, yet the situation continued to deteriorate.
He shot a desperate look at Ezekiel, who stood frozen in place, his face ashen. Turning away, he sought out Nathaniel, his last hope. "Nathaniel," he called out, his voice strained. "I need your help. I don't understand what's happening."
Nathaniel, who had just finished treating a diabetic patient, had been watching the unfolding drama with a mixture of curiosity and amusement. Now, however, he sensed an opportunity. He approached Maximilian, his brow furrowed with feigned concern. "What seems to be the problem?"
Maximilian wasted no time in recounting the situation, his voice laced with desperation. "I examined him thoroughly," he finished, his voice cracking slightly, "It was a simple case of cramping and anemia. A routine injection should have sufficed. I... I don't understand why he's reacting this way."
Nathaniel, listening intently, felt a surge of triumph. This was his chance to shine, to prove his superiority once and for all. "Let me have a look," he said, his voice calm and reassuring.
Relief washed over Maximilian. "Thank you, Nathaniel," he breathed. "I'm sure you'll know what to do."
Nathaniel, basking in the praise and the attention of the crowd, allowed himself a small, smug smile. This was his moment.
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