Eric barely had time to brace himself before Henry tackled him to the ground, raining down punches. He didn't fight back—not with so many cameras recording. If he used his skills here, it wouldn't just be a lawsuit he'd face—it would be a life sentence.
So all he could do was curl up, shielding his head as the blows landed.
The doctors who had just stepped out of the ambulance exchanged uneasy glances. It didn't take long to put the pieces together.
Before they had arrived, this young man… beggar—Eric—had performed acupuncture on the patient.
The lead doctor stepped forward, grabbing Henry and pulling him off Eric. Then, crouching down, he stared at the bruised and battered "beggar-doctor" with piercing intensity.
"Did you perform acupuncture on the patient?"
Eric, knowing he couldn't deny it, swallowed hard and nodded. "Yes."
The doctor's expression darkened. "Do you have a medical license?"
"I…" Eric's mouth opened, but the words wouldn't come.
