Chapter 11 Spewed Blood

• As time passed by, Richard started shivering while lying in bed as if he had an electric shock.
• His body continued to convulse, with his limbs kicking and punching the air!
• Richard even accidentally punched Cyren in the face, causing him to shriek and sending him flying a few feet away.
• But what shocked the crowd the most was witnessing how Richard gradually expelled the silver needles from his body.
• “Oh, no! I'm afraid Old Mr. Ryderman is going crazy, and he's going to hurt us! Stay back, everyone!” Colton exclaimed.
• Colton had seen this reaction when he first treated Richard with the silver needles.
• At that time, Richard turned aggressive and injured several people in the ward.
• Had Colton not dodged Richard's attack in time, he would have ended up lying in a hospital bed!
• But it was still too late.
• Richard hopped down from the bed with his eyes shut. He continued swinging his arms and legs like a zombie.
• The elderly man was so strong that he could send people and things flying all over the place.
• Two members of the Ryderman family were among the first few victims that were thrown out of the ward.
• “Mr. Coldrell...”
• “Mr. Coldrell...”
• In a panic, Colin and Colton glanced at Winston.
• The young man nodded. He fished out four needles from his pocket and shot in Richard's direction.
• Unlike Cyren's treatment method, the four needles penetrated Richard's body and vanished.
• The elderly man instantly stopped running amok and froze still.
• Winston zapped past the people and stood beside Richard. He grabbed the latter's arm, flipped him over, and tossed him onto the bed.
• After pressing his hands on Richard's abdomen, Winston started massaging that body part with bizarre hand gestures at an irregular rhythm.
• “Young man, be careful. You might piss Old Mr. Ryderman off with this kind of massage!” At that point, Cyren had regained consciousness. Since he knew his treatment had failed, he thought of shirking his responsibility by warning Winston.
• “I can't believe people claimed that your medical skills are on par with Mr. Ginsel!” he sneered.
• Winston glanced at him but did not stop what he was doing.
• As a renowned and respected figure, Cyren took offense to Winston's indifferent attitude. “Don't you dare give me that look, young man.”
• “If you could cure Old Mr. Ryderman's disease, I'll drop my knees and apologize to you. But if you failed...” Cyren let out a cold snort.
• While Cyren was still speaking, Richard's face turned brick-red, and his body started shaking. Suddenly, he sat right up and spewed a mouthful of blood.
• “Blood? Why did Grandpa vomit blood?” one arrogant young man who stood before them exclaimed in shock.
• “What's going on, young man?” one of the Rydermans bellowed in anger.
• “Hey, you! You better explain yourself!” Melinda's expression turned grim, and she gave Winston a killer stare.
• “I've purged chunks of blood from his body. He should wake up in no time.” Winston knitted his brows while retracting his hands and stepping away from Richard.
• “You better mean what you said. You're going to be in trouble if he doesn't wake up!” Melinda roared.
• “Mr. Coldrell, are you sure he's going to be fine?” Colton pressed his voice and asked.
• “Everything's going to be all right, right?” Colin, too, expressed his concern.
• After all, Richard had been ill for some time now. He had consulted countless doctors in the past but to no avail. That was why they were curious if Winston's treatment could work on Richard.
• “Let's just wait for a while. Don't worry.” Winston nodded gently.
• “Umm...”
• While everyone anxiously awaited the patient to come around, Richard, who lay still in bed, let out a deep grunt, shivered for a bit, and opened his eyes some five minutes later!
• Everyone inched in closer to take a look at the man.
• Unlike the other patients who would remain frail during the recovery, Richard sat straight up and stretched his limbs. Joy was written all over his face. “Am I fully recovered?”
• “Grandpa! You should thank Dr. Goldgara!” the arrogant young man walked up to Richard and said.
• The arrogant young man decided to give credit to Cyren because he was unhappy with how Winston handled the situation.
• “Dr. Goldgara, you should be able to handle Grandpa's subsequent treatment, right?”
• Cyren would never turn down such a good offer. He nodded and replied, “Of course! As a doctor, it's my duty to save lives, and I wouldn't dare to take credit for Old Mr. Ryderman's recovery. I'll try my best to give him the best treatment!”
• Melinda cast a baffling glance at Howard Ryderman, but she did not expose him.
• Since Melinda decided to turn a blind eye to what they said, the other Rydermans were not in any position to voice out their thought.
• “You people...” Colin's expression turned grim as he could not believe they condoned the lie. How dare they lie in front of Winston? Atrocious!
• “Oh?” Before Colin could complete his sentence, Richard looked in Cyren's direction, but he did not express his gratitude to the doctor.
• He asked Cyren, “Dr. Goldgara, what's wrong with me?”
• “It's one of the cardiovascular diseases, Old Mr. Ryderman. You're no longer in danger, and I'm sure you'll fully recover in no time!” Cyren said with confidence as if he was the one who saved Richard's life.
• “Bullsh*t!” Richard's face darkened as he fumed.
• “Do you think you can fool me just because I'm old? I was conscious throughout the treatment, and I knew it was someone else who healed me! And I definitely don't have a cardiovascular disease!”
• “All of you better tell me the truth!” Richard was about to explode.
• Everyone in the ward was stunned and remained quiet as a church mouse. No one dared to say anything at that point.
• “Father, the man who saved your life was Mr. Coldrell!” Colin stepped up, pointed at Winston, and said respectfully.
• “Is that so?” Richard turned his attention to Winston and sized him up.
• A hard glint flashed across his eyes. “If you're the one who healed me, could you tell me what's wrong with me?”
• Richard's question aroused everyone's curiosity. They all turned to Winston as they wanted to know why Richard, who had always been in the pink of health, suddenly fell ill.
• Winston took a sidelong glance at the people who stared at him and smiled. He explained, “He was possessed!”
• All the Rydermans were struck dumb upon hearing the answer and responded with a confused look. Old Mr. Ryderman was possessed? Does he think we're idiots? He might as well say Old Mr. Ryderman had time-traveled to another dimension or was held hostage by an evil spirit!
• Upon hearing that, Richard hopped from the bed, walked up to Winston, and said emotionally, “You're a living deity, sir. You're a living God! It's my pleasure to get to know you!”
• Winston grinned. “You've not fully recovered yet, Old Mr. Ryderman, so please stay calm. And you'll still need to undergo two more treatments.”
• “I'm thrilled that you've given me another chance to live. I might not be somebody, but I'm still quite an influential figure in Jadeborough. Tell me what you want, and I'll try my best to meet your demand!” Richard tapped his chest and laughed aloud as he returned to his bed.
• “I don't need anything else. I only need the Emerald Chalcedony in your hand!” Winston answered.
• Upon hearing that, the Rydermans' expression instantly turned grim.
• “No way. That's our family heirloom. We can never give it to an outsider!” Melinda stepped in, refusing to give Winston the Emerald Chalcedony.