The Supremest Urban Miracle Doctor

Chapter 1: He Returned after Eight Years 

JL City.

Pedestrians surged at the exit of the railway station.

With a cap on his head, Brock Padilla carried a simple bundle on his back, looking ordinary.

He stood by the guardrail.

From this angle, he could overlook the entire JL City.

When his gaze settled on a certain spot, his color suddenly changed.

Like a cold winter moon, he looked so cold and terrifying.

"Dragon Mansion!"

Brock spat, "Eight years ago, all my eighteen family members were killed in that maliciously designed banquet held in Dragon Mansion.If that little girl next door hadn't helped me escape, I'm afraid the Padilla family would no longer exist!"

"I wonder how you would feel if you know that I'm still alive."

"Do you still remember what you did back then?"

Eight years ago, the Padilla family was very influential in JL City, ranking first among the Four Great Families.

Various parties were submissive, wishing to step across the threshold the Padilla's.

Even if they could only be the servants of the Padillas, they felt extremely honored.

On the night of the Mid-Autumn Festival, the other three great families gave a banquet in honor of the Padillas.

On the face of it, tens of thousands of people came to worship the Padilla family.

But in reality, they were up to something.

After admiring a Rainbow and Feather Garment Dance, Brock's father vomited blood and died.

A dagger pierced into his mother's heart! Brock would never forget how his parents died in front of him and how people of the other three great families guffawed when the tragedy happened.

None of the people who usually relied on the Padilla family stepped forward to stop them.

They just looked on coldly! Brock was furious and desperate, but there was nothing he could do.

What awaited him was death! At the critical moment, the little girl next door took advantage of the chaos and pushed him into Pearl Lake.

When he was washed ashore and woke up, he met his current master.

Due to eight years of learning, he got high medical and martial attainments.

Brock's name had disappeared for eight years, but an expert known as the Destroying Dragon had shocked everyone.

"The Gibsons, the Lashinskys, the Denvers, the Lowes and all the people involved, I will make you pay miserably!"

Thinking of this, Brock clenched his hands tightly.

Monstrous bloodlust erupted from his body, condensing into a hurricane.

However, it only lasted a moment and quickly dissipated.

A commercial vehicle with first aid lights flashing was roaring over, causing a commotion.

"Who is that? The car is driving so fast. If he hit someone, he'll compensate a lot of money!"

"That car is owned by the Hursts.They can afford to pay for it even if they hit you and kill you!"

"I heard that Master Hurst is in critical condition.He's about to die.The Hurst family is going to undergo a change!"

"No matter how it goes, it has nothing to do with us.The Hurst family is an established one, and we are only underclass...."

Passersby's discussions came to Brock's ears.

He asked a person, "Are you talking about Phyllis Hurst?"

"Of course, there is only one Hurst family in JL City! Do you know him?"

"No.I'm just curious!"

Brock shook his head and took a taxi, catching up to the car of the Hurst family.

Kristin Hurst, the little girl who saved him back then, was Phyllis’ granddaughter.

Phyllis was in critical condition, so Brock naturally had to take a look.

They were at the door of the emergency room of Municipal Hospital.

All the staff members, including specialists, directors and nurses, were anxious as if they had ants in their pants.

"How is my father? Tell me something!"

Benedict, the eldest son of the Hurst family, was holding a doctor's hand, looking really worried.

An old man walked out of the ward with he the dean.

He looked at Benedict and helplessly shook his head with a sigh.

"Mr.Benedict, I'm so sorry.’’

"Master Hurst's The Qi and blood were in a chaos and it had damaged his heart.We have tried our best.Please be prepared.’’ This old man was Hyatt Farley.

He was the favorite disciple of Aaron Rawls, the top master of medicine in the country.

Aaron taught Hyatt all his knowledge.

It was even rumored that Hyatt would be Aaron's successor after Aaron retired.

Hyatt was the next top master of medicine, and he was excellent at pulse-taking and acupuncture.

For the sake of Phyllis, the hospital even invited Hyatt over.

Since Hyatt said that, Phyllis hardly could survive.

When Benedict heard this, his face fell.

Evidently, he knew Hyatt.

He heard of his deeds and knew how powerful he was.

Even Hyatt had said that, which meant Phyllis had no chance to live on.

Kristin's eyes turned red, tears flowing out of her eyes.

"Let me try."

A cold voice sounded in the corridor of the emergency room. This material belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.

Everyone's gaze instantly settled on him.

A young man, with a cap, carried a shabby shoulder bag.

However, his eyes were as bright as the stars.

If one kept observing, he would discover that this young man's eyes were deep with undetectable emotions.

People tended to be fascinated by them.

It was none other than Brock.

When Benedict and his daughter saw him, their eyes were filled with doubt.

Somewhat, they had a feeling of familiarity.

"Who are you?"

"Do you know where you are?"

A director of the hospital stood up and angrily berated.

"Don't tell me you have doubts about Mr.Hyatt's diagnosis?"

"How dare an ignorant brat boast?"

Looking at Brock, Hyatt snorted with dissatisfaction.

After all, Brock was Aaron's best student.

He was a Candidate for the Master.

He couldn't stand being offended by a junior.

"What? Don't you even have the courage to let me take a look?"

"You are impudent!"

Hyatt angrily scolded, "The patient is terminally ill, and now he is dying.No one, including my grandmaster, can safe him!"

"You're a nobody.You have no right to question me.’’ Brock didn't bother with Hyatt.

He directly looked at Benedict and said, "Benedict, let me have a try."

"Alright!"

"Mr.Benedict, this is absolutely inadmissible.We don't know whether he has a medical certificate.Besides, even Mr.Hyatt can't do anything about it.He is so young.What can he do?"

The dean of the hospital could not help but argue.

"Under the circumstances, is there any better way?"

Benedict said coldly as he looked at the dean.The dean frowned when he heard this, but he still wanted to dissuade him.

"But...."

"Alright, there's no need to say anything else.It doesn't matter if he takes a try.I wonder what he can accomplish!"

Hyatt made way for Brock confidently.

Brock didn't stand on ceremony as he strode towards the ward.

When he saw Phyllis lying on the hospital bed, he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, he came in time.

Even though Phyllis looked no different from a dead man, he could still be cured.

If Brock came slightly later, he would be incapable of saving the situation.

Brock turned to look at Benedict and said, "Benedict, fortunately, it's not too late to treat Phyllis.You and Kristin don't need to worry.Leave it to me..."

Just as Brock finished speaking, before Benedict and Kristin could reply happily, Hyatt snorted coldly and they got stuck for words.

"Nonsense!"