Chapter 513

James had discarded his shirt. His body was full of silver needles. Some of them had blue droplets on

them.

“James, what‘s going on?”

James removed the needles on his chest and arms, smiling at Thea. “D–don‘t worry. I’m fine.”

Thea‘s expression was stony. “Do you take me for a fool? Who were those people? What did they give

you?”

“I have no idea.”

James looked serious.

He did not know who they were,

He did not know what they had given him either.

He had spit most of it out and used the needles to draw the remains out, but a small amount had

entered his bloodstream. He started to feel his body seizing up a little.

“Really?” Thea did not believe him.

“Darling, I really don‘t know.”

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“T–then, how are you feeling? You don‘t look so good. Should we go to the hospital?” Thea noticed

James looking worse than usual. She was worried, so she went to him and helped him up James

waved his hand. “Don‘t worry. I‘ll lose my sense of smell and my movements might be restricted, that‘s

all. I‘ve expelled most of it, but there‘s still some of it. I don‘t think I can drive, so you have to do it.”

James tried walking.

He could still walk.

It was, however, a little stiff.

Thea went to help him.

James waved a hand again. “Don‘t worry. I can still walk by myself. I have to figure out what this does

before crafting an antidote.”

Slowly, he got into the passenger seat.

Thea got into the driver‘s seat.

She drove toward the city once again.

“Honey, are you sure you‘re okay?”

“Don‘t worry. Focus on driving.” Thea asked, “Are we going home, or are we going to Medical Street?”

“To Medical Street, of course. This medical conference is unlike any other.” James had a wondering

expression on his face. It was just the first day, yet someone was already trying to

stop him from going One could only imagine all the excitement at the medical conference,

How could he miss it?

“What about your body?” Thea was worried. It was harrowing earlier on.

They had nearly crashed a few times.

James smiled. “Don‘t worry. I‘ll be fine.”

James was a doctor and knew his body well enough. It would not be difficult to craft an antidote.

Thea stopped talking and focused on the road.

James took his phone out.

His hand felt like it was made of stone. It took a monumental effort to hold his phone. It could no longer

bend. If he bent his hand, his arm hurt.

He called Jay.

“Where‘s the information I asked for?”

Yesterday, Jay had used all the resources of his underground intelligence network to launch an

investigation. They could not get any information on Doctor King yet, only some surface–level

information.

“I only managed to gather some surface–level information, James.”

“Send it to me.”

“Got it.”

Jay hung up and sent the information to James.

James received an email.

He opened it.

There were some pictures attached.

The man in the picture looked to be about 60 years old. He was wearing a suit and was slightly pudgy.

He had a beard.

“Jonathan Harris, Real name: Miles Cash. Ancestry: Cloud City of Sol. Migrated to Goryeo when he

was thirty and changed his name to Jonathan Harris. Currently the chairman of the National Doctor‘s

Association of Goryeo...”

James read the message Jay sent.

The contents were simple.

The information was basic.

James looked at it and got lost in his thoughts. Was Jonathan Harris the Doctor King that Willy

mentioned at Mount Thunder Pass? Was he the one behind the battle there?