Rising from the Ashes BY Only For You Novel

---- Chapter 1216 Barely two minutes had passed, but every single one of Genesis Dispensary's enforcers lay sprawled on the ground-some unconscious, some writhing in pain, and some not even moving. Janice clutched the edge of her sleeve, her face pale as a sheet. She stared at Andrew in shock, as if not recognizing this man. The Andrew she knew was gentle, refined, eloquent-someone who had won her grandfather's respect the moment they met, a miracle doctor with endless skill.

However, the Andrew standing before her now was the complete opposite-ruthless, cold-blooded, and surrounded by a sea of blood from the beatings he had just handed out. Old Hayface's legs trembled as he stared at Andrew like he had seen a ghost, thinking this was beyond insane. How could some young punk wipe out all of Genesis Dispensary's muscle like it was nothing? He shook his head furiously in denial. "Andrew, you've messed up big time-real big. Mr.

Lake is on his way and-" Before he could finish, Andrew delivered two fierce slaps across his, face, knocking out a front tooth and ripping the single black hair clean off the mole on his chin. Old Hayface clutched his bleeding mouth, howling in rage, his eyes ---- bloodshot. "You little bastard! How dare you hit me! I'm Mr. Lake's apprentice! Laying a hand on me is like spitting in Mr. Lake's face! He's gonna-" Clutching his groin with shaking hands, he shrieked in pain. "Stop! Dr.

Lloyd, please! Let's talk this out! I-It was all a misunderstanding!" The pitiful scream and groveling were almost too much to believe. 'This was the Genesis Dispensary's head manager-the great apprentice of Mosby himself. The guy who usually acted like royalty whenever patients came by was now reduced to a sobbing mess on the ground. Where was all that arrogance now? Where was that smug, superior air? Andrew looked down at him with icy detachment.

"Let me ask again-was it you who hit Ronan?" Old Hayface nodded, then quickly shook his head, trembling so hard it looked like he might collapse again. Andrew's hand shot out once more, slapping him so hard his already swollen face turned lopsided. Blood flew from his mouth again, and stars exploded in his vision. His mind buzzed, and his fear of Andrew had officially evolved into full-blown terror. This guy was insanely powerful.

Old Hayface had been extorting ---- money for Mosby for years, but he had never met anyone who dared to hit back, let alone someone who hit this hard. "Dr. Lloyd, please, no more! I'l] talk! I'll talk! I did hit Mr. Bates, but I wasn't the only one!" Andrew's tone was flat. "Who else?" Old Hayface's voice shook. "It-it was Ellis..." Before he could finish, aloud, mocking shout rang from inside the building. "Andrew! So that old fossil Ronan got roughed up? Good!

Do you think you're some hero, showing up to avenge him? Then you'd better get ready-because I'm about to break you into pieces! With those venomous words echoing, a wiry bald man stepped slowly out of Genesis Dispensary's entrance, his eyes cold and murderous. Old Hayface lit up like a Christmas tree the moment he saw him. " Ellis! Thank God you're here! Take him out! Avenge me! Bring back our reputation!

Kill him-tear him to shreds!" His crazed, hate-fueled roar sent a chill down everyone's spine. The crowd watching was struck speechless. This was Ellis Rush-Mosby's third apprentice, trained under a master from Silverthorn Monastery. If he was getting involved now, then maybe Andrew really was walking into his own funeral.