Christopher had been the closest to John when John collapsed. With his brows furrowed, Christopher leaned over to take a good look at John. Following that, Christopher attempted to pry John’s eyelids open to check John’s pupils. He proceeded to press John’s cheeks and feel John’s throat before he nodded grimly. “He collapsed because he’s overly exhausted. It’s not a serious matter!” Christopher then quickly pulled out his needles to perform acupuncture for John. Many of the patients frowned as they watched this happen. None of them had ever heard of an acupuncture treatment that was helpful for treating extreme fatigue, and they had never seen a doctor performing such an act. This young dean isn’t messing around, is he? The patients had all assumed that Christopher only managed to get his job in the hospital because of the connections he had, so they all eyed him with suspicious looks. He really shouldn’t mess around if he doesn’t know what he’s doing! Even Bryan, who had seemed ghastly pale just moments ago, let out a quiet scoff. Hmph! He’s just a brat who entered the hospital through his connections. Is he trying to save lives now? Well, let’s see how he can fake his way out when he fails to help John! Bryan assumed that Christopher was simply putting on an act of helping someone out, and he thought that the actual doctors would show up to bring John away soon. By that time, Christopher would’ve successfully portrayed his image as a kind and compassionate dean. Bryan had seen such tactics a number of times—even he himself pulled such tricks every now and then. At that moment, Bryan fixed his cold gaze upon Christopher and waited for the real doctors to show up. On the other hand, Christopher had already familiarized himself with the acupuncture techniques, so he showed no hesitation with his actions. All of the needles were firmly inserted into John’s skin within a matter of minutes. Then, all Christopher had to do was observe John’s skin tone and expression to decide when to remove the needles. “He’ll wake up in three minutes. Someone can call the doctor over now and make sure that Mr. Myers gets a good rest and takes his medication after this,” Christopher uttered in a calm voice while he removed the needles and kept them away. However, the patients wore faces of disbelief and shook their heads when they heard Christopher’s claims. Why would we need such advanced medical tools if these needles are actually so great? Young men will always be young men—they speak and act in such an irresponsible manner. Despite having these thoughts, the patients were reluctant to voice them out. They were worried that Christopher, who seemed to have a horrible temper, would beat them up if they said anything. Christopher would probably have let out a dejected scoff if he actually knew what was going on in the patients’ minds. Although he often went up against evil and aggressive individuals, he didn’t look like one of them. “I bet he isn’t going to wake up.” Bryan sneered. It’s happening exactly the way I predicted it to. Christopher just ordered for the doctors to come. I bet John isn’t going to wake up before the doctors arrive. Christopher calmly shifted his gaze toward Bryan. “Are you itching for another round of beating again? Have you forgotten your lesson that quickly?” Christopher uttered in an icy tone. The corner of Bryan’s lips twitched with fear when he heard Christopher’s words. He kept quiet after that, but he jeered at Christopher in his heart. Nearly everyone in the crowd had assumed that John wouldn’t wake up at that point, but to everyone’s immense surprise, John’s eyelids fluttered open before he wearily turned his head to the left and right. “How did I pass out?” Everyone apart from Christopher and Scarlett seemed to have turned into stone at that moment. Bryan, in particular, wore a look of total astonishment when he witnessed what had happened. Is John actually awake? Are those acupuncture needles really so amazing? The patients, similarly, couldn’t do much else apart from hanging their mouths open as they all stared at John.“You probably had too many things going on, and you probably fainted because you overworked yourself. I used acupuncture to wake you up,” Christopher explained. He seemed rather exasperated by the fact that no one else provided John with an explanation. Even John appeared to be rather shocked when he first heard what Christopher said. Is that actually possible? I don’t think the average medical practitioner would be able to do such things. The boss really found a capable and skilled dean this time. The rest of the patients also eyed Christopher with looks of awe. It seems like this young dean really isn’t your average doctor. That’s probably how he managed to obtain his role as the dean, right? All of the patients nodded as they fully acknowledged Christopher’s skills. They knew that the average doctor wouldn’t have been able to conduct acupuncture with the skills that Christopher showed earlier. At that point, Bryan was speechless; color drained from his face as he remained in his spot by the side of the room. “By the way, Mr. Yard, you haven’t managed to get your picture taken yet. I’ll get someone to assist you with that now. You’ll have to go through the procedures to avoid any future occasions where some other idiot tries to offend you again. I can’t take responsibility for all these ill-mannered people.” John looked like he had just recalled something, and he hastily got to his feet before he addressed Christopher in a respectful tone. Right now, John genuinely felt a sense of respect toward Christopher; he was impressed by how Christopher managed to get the role of a dean at such a young age. He must be a really capable man, and he must be more skilled than me if the boss looks up to him so much, John thought. If John were to learn that Harold had to beg Christopher to accept the role as the dean of the hospital, John would probably be too dumbfounded to say a word. Instead of telling John that matter though, Christopher nodded his head in a rather exasperated manner. “You should take your medication after getting your men to assist me with the procedures. It’s not good for your body to be under such constant stress.” John hastily nodded before summoning and ordering his assistant to guide Christopher through the hospital’s procedures. Then, John specifically reminded his assistant to treat Christopher in the most respectful way possible. After that, John obediently left to take his medication, just as Christopher had ordered him to. Once Christopher went through all the hospital-related matters, he left all the relevant documents in John’s office. These files were regarding Christopher’s role as the dean, yet he simply discarded them in one corner in John’s office. Christopher even told John’s assistant that he would leave them in John’s office until he ever needed those documents. The assistant was dumbstruck by Christopher’s actions.In the end, Christopher took John’s phone number from the assistant and said that he would call John whenever he needed the documents. Then, Christopher dropped by to visit the young girl. He was about to leave when he bumped into a middle-aged man who looked like he hadn’t shaved in days. The middle-aged man was dressed in old and worn clothes that had holes in them. He looked like a beggar, and he had a strong stench of alcohol on his body that made everyone stay a distance away from him. However, Christopher somehow recognized a subtle hint of energy and spirit in the man’s eyes that left Christopher surprised. It was rare for Christopher to encounter a middle-aged man whose energy didn’t match his appearance. Initially, Christopher assumed that the man was a patient who had come to the hospital in search of treatment. This idea didn’t bother Christopher at all, but he soon realized that the middle-aged man was headed directly toward the young girl’s ward. Christopher knitted his brows in surprise. Is something going to happen to the young girl? At that thought, he quickly followed behind the middle-aged man. He wanted to see how the man was related to the young girl.