Someone immediately ran over to the window to look down.
After a police carâs siren was heard, a man could be seen lying on top of a car in a weird position. That
man was the doctor who had just jumped off the building. There were broken pieces of glass all over
the floor. Some people around the area ran over to stand around and look after hearing the noises.
âIs he dead?â
âItâs you. You killed Wilbert!â A man started shouting.
The doctor who jumped off the building was his good friend. At this moment, this person was
thoroughly enraged. He pointed at the young man. âWhat kind of Immortal Doctor are you? How could
you place so little value on a humanâs life? Youâve killed someone, and youâll have to pay for it with your
own life. Just you wait, youâll be put in jail!â
âDid you see me killing anyone?â The young man asked in a bland, feminine voice. His voice sounded
feminine, and his appearance, too, was feminine.
The young man was barely 180 centimeters in height, and he had a slim body and lean facial features.
âHis soul was burdened with guilt. He felt guilty about insulting Immortal Doctors who have made
countless contributions to America for thousands of years. That was why he killed himself to pardon his
mistakes.â
âThatâs right!â Hosiah Qantas roared with a gong-like voice. âAre you all blind? This Immortal Doctor
was just standing here. How could he kill that man?â
Right then, the young man pointed at the suicide victimâs friend. âI am this generationâs Immortal
Doctor. You insulted my people earlier, and you deserve punishment for it. Now, slap yourself thirty
times!â
A black shadow figure flashed by.
The man really started slapping himself with increasing force. He slapped himself so hard that blood
began to gush out from the corners of his mouth.
Despite his teeth falling off, he was still hitting himself. He only stopped after slapping himself a total of
thirty times.
After doing so, the man was completely dumbfounded.
Cheryl Coney tugged on Alex Rockefellerâs clothes and started whispering, âAlex, what was that
technique he used? I remember Wallace Yoke once said that you are this generationâs Immortal Doctor.
Why is there another one now?â
Alexâs facial expression turned sullen.
He focused on studying Carol Rockefellerâs issue, so he did not pay attention to the young man who
called himself a Immortal Doctor. That was why Alex didnât react in time to stop the first person from
jumping down.
However, Alex managed to see and understand what happened when the second person slapped
himself. There was a big problem with the black shadow.
What was it?
It looked a little like an enchantment spell!
At this moment, Hosiah growled again. âWhy are you all still standing around? Why arenât you
kneeling? You..! Iâm talking about you. Are you going to kneel or no t?â
Hosiah was pointing at someone in his early forties. The personâs facial expression stiffened. He
wanted to ignore Hosiah, but after seeing the person with his face covered in blood and thinking about
the person who just jumped off the building, his eyes filled with fear when he looked at the young man.
After that, he kneeled in humiliation. âWelcome⦠Immortal Doctor!â
With the first person doing so, there was bound to be a second and a third.
It was as if Hosiah was the young manâs servant, dedicated to escorting him and getting rid of
obstacles before him.
Finally, Hosiah pointed at James Coney, Alex, and the others. âAnd you, what are you still standing
around for? Are you a pillar? Get down on your knees and welcome the Immortal Doctor!â
It was only when Carol Rockefeller recognized Alex on the stage, her facial expression changed. She
seemed shocked and dumbfounded.
âWhy is he here?â Carol wondered.
Instinctively, Carol felt a little scared when she saw Alex. However, after recalling that Hosiah and the
current generationâs Immortal Doctor from the Witch Doctor Sect were here, as well as his bodyguards,
Carol was at ease again.
She smiled coldly. âAlex, I didnât expect to bump into you here. Whatâs the matter? Are your knees too
stiff for you to kneel? Would you like to commit suicide to pardon yourself like that person?â
Alex tutted.
Right then, several people walked through the door. One of them was Americaâs best imperial doctor,
Wallace Yoke.
He barged in furiously and started shouting. âBullsh*t! You are no Immortal Doctor! The true Immortal
Doctor is Alex Rockefeller!â