Urban Super Medical Saint-Chapter 725 - 724 My Most Hated Thing is Firearms

He Duanrui led King Gustadin and others to the door of the medical room and then knocked on the door.

"Teacher, King Gustadin has arrived." Having knocked, He Duanrui respectfully said to Ge Dongxu.

"Please let him in," Ge Dongxu nodded and stood up from his desk.

As Ge Dongxu stood up, King Gustadin and others followed He Duanrui into the room.

"Your Majesty, hello and welcome to Huaxia. I am Ge Dongxu," Ge Dongxu said as he approached Gustadin and extended his hand in greeting.

Although Gustadin had already heard from Johnson that Ge Dongxu was a very young doctor, he was still very shocked by Ge Dongxu's youth upon seeing him in person. He paused before hurriedly removing his sunglasses and woolen hat and reached out to shake Ge Dongxu's hand forcefully, saying, "Thank you, Doctor Ge!"

At the same time, a weight in his heart was finally lifted.

He was under the care of Tang Yiyuan, but now Ge Dongxu had appeared. Clearly, Providence does not disappoint the diligent; Ge Dongxu was still moved by his sincerity, willing to treat him.

"No need to be polite, Your Majesty. I'll start treating you now. Those unrelated to the matter can leave," Ge Dongxu said with a faint smile.

"No, as the Chief Guard of His Majesty, I must ensure the King's personal safety!" a man with a cold expression, a fierce aura, and short white hair stepped forward and said.

"If I wanted to harm your King, do you really think a few pistols hidden at your waists would ensure His Majesty's safety?" Ge Dongxu said with a cold laugh after hearing this. With a thought, his palm brushed against his clothes and he formed a spell with his hand.

Suddenly, there was a slight ripple in the space of the medical room, and five palms that Gustadin and the others couldn't see passed through the space.

Then, the Chief Guard and the others suddenly felt an inexplicable sense of danger, their bodies went on full alert instinctively reaching for their guns at their waists. However, as soon as they moved their hands, pistols inexplicably drew themselves, pointing at their own heads.

The faces of the Chief Guard and the others turned deathly pale, drenched in cold sweat.

As for the King and his butler, and even He Duanrui who already knew of Ge Dongxu's capabilities, they couldn't help but feel a chill rise from their spines.

"What I hate the most are firearms. The King is here for treatment, and yet you brought guns into my medical room and talk to me about protecting the King? What a joke. If I didn't step in, your King would be heading to heaven in less than three months!" Ge Dongxu said with a cold smile. With a gesture, the guns pressing against the guards' heads flew into the air and landed in his hands.

Ge Dongxu held the guns in his hands and then gave a gentle twist, turning the tough Beretta 92F pistols into tangled messes.

"Now, I believe you can take your guns and leave my medical room. If you bring guns into my medical room again next time, I hope your heads are as hard as your pistols," Ge Dongxu said indifferently after twisting the pistols into messes.

"Yes! Yes!" The Chief Guard and the others received the guns that had flown and already been twisted into messes, their faces pale and heads covered in sweat as they nodded repeatedly. Then they gave King Gustadin, who was completely shocked, a slight bow and hurried out of the medical room, almost as if escaping.

After leaving the medical room, the chief guards and the butler were all gasping for breath, huge puffs of it. In the dead of winter, they had broken out in a cold sweat that clung chillingly to their skin.

"No wonder His Majesty the King also followed the rules and queued up to register! This, this doctor... he's not human at all! Is he... is he an eastern immortal?" The chief guard wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, his face filled with terror.

As the King's chief guard, although he had experienced many stormy times and seen some miraculous and terrifying things, and his own strength was formidable—not only was his marksmanship infallible, but in hand-to-hand combat, over a dozen strong young men could not even get close to him—standing in front of Ge Dongxu just now, he felt like a tiny ant.

He had no chance of resistance at all. If he was told to live, he would live; if he was told to die, he would have to die.

"Yes, I've only just realized why His Majesty suddenly decided to visit Huaxia, and why he came as an ordinary patient to see a practitioner of traditional Chinese medicine," Butler Henry said with a wry smile.

He was the King's butler, a confidant close to the King. When the King decided to visit Huaxia Country and made arrangements to see a traditional Chinese medicine practitioner in private, the severity of the King's illness had made it impossible to keep it from him, so while the guards might not understand why Gustadin had suddenly decided to visit Huaxia, Henry knew.

But all this time, Henry had privately thought that it was the King's fear of death that had led him to fantasize about traditional Chinese medicine, which was always surrounded by mysterious legends.

Only now did Henry truly understand that if there really was a doctor in the world who could cure the King's ailment, then it would likely be that young and terrifying doctor they had just met.

"Your Highness, now I can take good care of you. Please, have a seat," Ge Dongxu said with a faint smile in the medical room after watching the guards and the butler flee as if running for their lives, and then addressed Gustadin.

"Mr. Ge, you can just call me Gusta. That's what my classmates called me when I was still a student," Gustadin said, still in shock, as he heard Ge Dongxu beckoning. He jolted upright, then bowed slightly and humbly to him.

"Alright, Gusta, you can call me Dongxu. That's what my foreign friends call me," Ge Dongxu nodded and said with a smile.

"Thank you, Dongxu. It is an honor," Gustadin replied, feeling surprisingly flattered despite being a sovereign.

"Haha, Gusta, now that we know each other, there's no need for such modesty. Please, take a seat," Ge Dongxu said with a laugh, patting Gustadin's shoulder.

Watching Ge Dongxu slap Gustadin's shoulder with such nonchalance, He Duanrui and the others were nearly bug-eyed, thinking to themselves that in this day and age, probably only Teacher Ge could pat King Gustadin's shoulder like that.

"Haha, yes, yes," laughed Gustadin, and he took a seat as told.

"Give me your hand, I will take your pulse first," Ge Dongxu said.

"Alright," Gustadin nodded and was about to stretch out his hand when he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his upper right abdomen. His face paled instantly, and the hand he had extended was withdrawn, pressing tightly against his upper stomach.

"Dongxu, I'm afraid I'll need to ask my butler to get me a painkiller to take first," said Gustadin, his forehead beading with sweat, speaking with difficulty.