The Supreme Man: Took Everything in Power

Chapter 850 He's Not Dead

Seeing everyone's expressions filled with disdain, Baron forced a smile and attempted to offer some reassurance. "Boss Nicholson, well… it's quite normal not to find anything. This kind of thing usually requires specialized—" Text property © Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org.

Before Baron could finish his sentence, Kingsley suddenly interjected, "I can't find the cause of death, not because I lack the ability, but because this person never died in the first place."

Whoosh!

As soon as this statement left his lips, the surroundings burst into chaotic commotion.

"What? He's not dead? Is this young man out of his mind?"

"Yeah! I can't believe he came up with such an absurd excuse!"

"It seems he's going to great lengths to save that female doctor!"

Everyone regarded Kingsley's words as a joke.

Not a single person believed he was telling the truth.

However, Matt and Felix, who were hiding in the corner, underwent a drastic change in their expressions.

Matt's muscles trembled all over as he exclaimed, "H-How is this possible? How did he figure it out?!"

Although Felix was also shocked, he managed to remain slightly calmer than Matt.

"President Fox, don't panic just yet. I suspect he's just blabbering to save his sister," Felix said in a deep voice. "It's merely a lucky guess. Nothing to worry about."

However, despite his reassuring words, Felix's expression remained extremely displeased.

Standing beside Kingsley, Baron was utterly dumbfounded.

He had just come up with an excuse that could provide a way out for Kingsley, but he never anticipated Kingsley would utter such an outlandish statement.

This shocking twist rendered him speechless, with all his prepared words getting lodged in his throat.

Alice sighed. "Kingsley, I understand that you're eager to clear my name, but this patient is indeed deceased. This... is an unchangeable fact."

"Alice, have you ever seen me speak carelessly?" Kingsley smiled faintly. "I don't make unfounded statements."

As he laid his hand upon the homeless man's "corpse" just now, he had unmistakably detected the continued flow of vital energy and meridians.

Such a phenomenon wouldn't occur if the person had truly passed away.

While the fake death pill could paralyze the nerves and drastically weaken the heartbeat and breathing, it couldn't control the circulation of meridians.

The circulation of vital energy and meridians was intangible, only accessible to those versed in the lost art of traditional medicine.

Amidst the crowd, someone in the crowd loudly exclaimed, "If you're claiming this person isn't dead, then prove it!"

Others also chimed in, "Exactly! Show us the proof! But if you can't, let us go!"

"Yeah, we're all here for medical treatment, not to listen to your nonsense!"

Kingsley smirked. "Very well, since you want proof, then I'll provide it."

With that, he lightly stacked his middle finger upon his index finger on the right hand and started tapping several key acupuncture points on the homeless man's body.

This action aimed to stimulate the circulation of vital energy and blood within the man's body.

Kingsley wasn't sure why this person had fallen into a fake death state.

However, he was confident that by vigorously mobilizing the meridians within the man's body, he could awaken him.

This simple meridian manipulation could be accomplished with standard acupuncture techniques.

There was no need for needles or moxibustion.

Snap!

Snap! Snap!

Kingsley's fingers resembled steel whips as he struck the acupuncture points on the homeless man's body with forceful precision.

After he had successively targeted more than a dozen acupuncture points, the homeless man's pallid complexion miraculously started to exhibit a slight flush of color.

Snap!

The final strike came as Kingsley's palm landed firmly on the five acupuncture points on the top of the homeless man's head.

It produced an incredibly sharp and crisp sound.