The Luckiest Dumb Doctor

The sweltering summer heat made people somewhat restless, even their sleep was unstable, often filled with murmured dream talk.

That voice was like a dreamy illusion, resembling suppressed low chanting, interspersed with whimpering like a midnight dream returning, unconsciously immersing anyone who heard it.

In the countryside, what troubled people the most was not the summer heat but the annoying mosquitoes.

They swarmed around people’s ears incessantly, and once they landed, blood was sure to follow.

That’s why, in their sleep, people often slapped their bodies unconsciously, driving away the mosquitoes.

Occasionally, when the mosquitoes were many, the slapping sounds merged into one, resounding non-stop in the quiet night.

It annoyed people so much that the slapping became more and more frequent. Whenever it stopped, it was usually accompanied by a long sigh of relief, as if lamenting that they could finally get some good sleep.

Greg Jensen was probably in such a state, except he was sighing with relief because he was finally advancing to the second level of Qi Refinement.

He didn’t have time to pay attention to Lois Abbott, who was sprawled on the bed, got dressed, and after leaving a message, he left the house and headed straight for Peach Blossom Mountain.

Arriving at Cold Pond, he sat down cross-legged, glanced at the bright moon, and began to absorb nature’s spiritual energy.

Spiritual energy entered the lower Dantian, was converted into True Qi, and then traversed his meridians.

With each bit of progress, a sense of soreness and swelling passed along his meridians, and as they expanded slightly, the flow speed increased a bit.

Moments later, his True Qi became increasingly concentrated, breaking through barriers in a single stroke, and he opened the middle Dantian!

Greg was overjoyed, took a long breath, which seemed to even draw in the cool moonlight.

After a long while, he breathed out slowly.

This prolonged breath was the most obvious sign of reaching the second level of Qi Refinement.

“Qi Refinement second level!”

Greg suddenly stood up, feeling an inexhaustible strength throughout his body, and the circulation speed of his True Qi had also increased significantly.

He then practiced a set of martial arts, sensing that wherever his mind went, the True Qi could reach instantaneously—this feeling of command, like a part of his own body, was extremely marvelous!

Whenever he wished, with every punch he threw from now on, True Qi would bolster it.

Not like before, where he needed to circulate True Qi to a specific location beforehand and then combine it with his martial arts to deliver a terrifying power.

After experimenting for a while, Greg started practicing the Small Cloud Rain Skill.

The Small Cloud Rain Skill, from the Five Elements Spirit Technique, was the spell that consumed the least amount of True Qi and was simple to learn and easy to operate.

Even before reaching the second level of Qi Refinement, Greg had practiced it many times.

Although he hadn’t managed to release the true Small Cloud Rain Skill, he had mastered the path of its circulation very well.

Thus, after just a few experiments, the moisture in the air began to condense toward the center.

In no time, that moisture gathered into a small white cloud.

However, the white cloud was only a few dozen meters high, as if one could reach out and touch it.

Shortly after, a light drizzle fell down evenly.

The raindrops were crystal clear, seemingly carrying a faint freshness, and felt extremely comfortable on one’s face.

Greg knew that this was due to the spiritual energy contained within the raindrops, which gave them that effect.

The reason why the Small Cloud Rain Skill could improve both the yield and the quality of plants was tills very reason.

As Greg changed his finger techniques, the white cloud moved above the pond, but the rainfall remained unaffected.

Yet the True Qi inside his body was rapidly depleting, and Greg promptly stopped.

“Success! It’s really great!”

“These spells are just too magical! I can now call forth wind and rain!”

Greg was brimming with excitement, and it took him a while to calm down.

He rested by Cold Pond for a while, then went to his own vegetable garden. The Small Cloud Rain Skill was cast again, and the crystal-clear raindrops pattered on the vegetables.

The next morning, Greg Jensen was still lounging in bed when he suddenly heard the voices of Lois Abbott and Lindsey Wolfe outside.

“Wow, how is this cucumber so delicious?” Lois Abbott exclaimed in surprise. “It’s… it’s okay?”

Lindsey Wolfe’s tone was clearly hesitant; she probably didn’t understand herself. After all, they were just ordinary cucumbers, so why did they suddenly taste better than before?

The Small Cloud Rain Skill had worked!

Hearing the conversation, Greg Jensen immediately perked up. He quickly got dressed and out of bed, and walked out of his room.

“Auntie, hi Lois,” Greg Jensen said, with a goofy smile.

Seeing his silly grin, Lois Abbott wanted to laugh but didn’t dare, her face turning beet red with the effort.

Unaware of the oddity behind her, Lindsey Wolfe handed Greg Jensen the cucumber she was holding:

“Silly Greg, try this. Why do I feel like these cucumbers are different from usual?”

Greg Jensen grinned silly as he took it and bit into it.

The refreshing juice burst forth in his mouth, the invigorating fragrance lifting his spirits instantaneously.

This is way too delicious!

Was the effect of the Small Cloud Rain Skill really this good?

Greg Jensen’s eyes widened in shock; he knew the Small Cloud Rain Skill would definitely be effective but hadn’t expected it to be this spectacular.

“It’s delicious.”

Lindsey Wolfe was still puzzled and asked, “Really delicious?”

Lois Abbott gave Greg Jensen a meaningful glance and said with a mischievous smile, “Freya, fools don’t lie. If he says it’s delicious, then it must really be good.”

After saying that, she winked at Greg Jensen.

“Right, fool?”

Greg Jensen rolled his eyes at her but could only say, “Yeah, it’s delicious.” Seeing this, Lindsey Wolfe finally let her guard down and said with a smile, “With cucumbers this delicious, I won’t have to worry about selling them.” “Freya, I think you should raise the price,” Lois Abbott suggested. “Quality goods deserve higher prices. If it’s too cheap, people might not take it seriously.”

“That’s true.”

Lindsey Wolfe mused, “Previously, I sold them for two cents cheaper than others. I guess now I’ll sell them at the same price as others.”

“With cucumbers this delicious, you should…”

“Thin profits, high turnover.”

Hearing this, Lois Abbott couldn’t help but feel speechless. However, the vegetables were Lindsey Wolfe’s, and it wasn’t her place to say much more. “Okay, you all go eat. I’ll go harvest the vegetables,” said Lindsey Wolfe, elated that her cucumbers had suddenly become so tasty. Excitedly riding her newly purchased tricycle, she began to buy vegetables from other villagers.

After Lindsey Wolfe left, Greg Jensen’s face immediately darkened, “Come to my room, I’ve got something to tell you.”

Lois Abbott had a bad feeling and started to back away weakly, “Can’t we just talk here?”

Seeing her trying to escape, Greg Jensen immediately blocked her path and closed the main door as well.

Then, without waiting for Lois Abbott to react, he scooped her up and carried her into his room.

“Air, what are you doing? It’s broad daylight!”

“Little miss, you dare to quietly laugh at me, huh? Seems like you’re asking to be tickled.”

“Haha, I’m wrong, stop tickling me…”

“Alright then, let’s play something else.”

“No, don’t, mmm…”

Soon, the room was filled with sounds that made one’s cheeks flush and ears burn.