Chapter 101

The doctors from the Century Group were quiet and acquiescent. Heads hung low, they contained their emotions, knowing they had lost the competition. Gilbert, who was experiencing terminal lucidity, would die for sure. If Atlas succeeded in saving Gilbert, the Century Group wouldn't have to shoulder the burden of killing a patient. Even if he failed, they could shift the blame to him. Their intention was clear as day, and the spectators shook their heads. Someone piped up, "Young man, do not walk into their trap." "Right? That patient is clearly dying." "He can't be saved. Just look at the amount of blood he lost. They're not getting you to save a life. All they want is a scapegoat." Atlas ignored the murmurs. A legend would never fear such a challenge. Even if a patient was close to dying, he could perform a miracle on them. In his presence, Gilbert would live. Atlas marched up to Gilbert and inserted the silver needles in the latter's acupuncture points. A wave of relief wa