The Luckiest Dumb Doctor

Greg was very satisfied with Uncle Hall’s attitude. He had thought it would take some effort, but Uncle Hall proved to be very understanding.

He took out an antidote and placed it on the table.

Uncle Hall’s eyes narrowed as he looked at the small pill on the coffee table, filled with longing.

But he didn’t move.

It wasn’t that he didn’t want it, but rather that Greg hadn’t given him permission to take it yet!

Greg said indifferently, “This pill will keep the poison at bay for a week.

However, what I need to clarify is that if I hear again of you oppressing the good and committing evils, this will be the last antidote you will get.”

Uncle Hall broke out in a cold sweat on the spot and promptly assured him, “Rest assured, I will definitely change my ways and never commit those inhumane acts again.”

“Hmm, it’s good for you to do more good deeds usually.”

“Yes, Mr. Jensen, I will surely heed your advice.”

Greg nodded and said, “Alright, take the antidote. I’ll give you one every week from now on.”

“Thankyou, Mr. Jensen.”

Uncle Hall was overjoyed and quickly picked up the pill from the coffee table.

But when he looked up again, he was instantly stunned.

For in the moment he had lowered his head to take the pill, Greg, who had just been sitting in front of him, had disappeared without a trace.

And during this process, he hadn’t heard a sound!

Such formidable skills, if used for murder…

Uncle Hall shuddered and dared not continue the thought.

He had made up his mind that no matter what happened in the future, he could not betray Greg.

Even if it meant death, he would rather die by Greg’s side, otherwise, he might suffer more than death would bring.

As for his brother Uncle Hall’s death, it could only be blamed on his inability to see the truth.

With Uncle Hall’s help and protection, the vegetable store’s business not only returned to normal but even improved a lot from before.

Restaurants and canteens in town, almost all places that needed vegetables, were sourcing from Lindsey’s store.

Even the local residents from the surrounding area, having heard about the tastiness of her vegetables, came to buy from her.

The vegetable store also moved out of the original cramped little house into a bigger and brighter shop.

It was not until then that people were amazed to find that Uncle Hall seemed like a changed man.

His men, including himself, had all become surprisingly “friendly and approachable.”

Helping elderly ladies across the street, assisting others in finding lost pets, and Uncle Hall even donated two hundred thousand to repair the town’s roads.

“Uncle Hall has really reformed!”

“Indeed…”

Uncle Hall’s reputation in Duo Phoenix Town gradually improved, and he began to enjoy the happiness of helping others.

During this period, Lindsey had earned fifty to sixty thousand yuan, averaging over twenty thousand a month.

Even Second Master and the others made nearly ten thousand, with a monthly income of over four thousand.

Lindsey couldn’t stop smiling. In such a short time, she had earned fifty to sixty thousand yuan, something she wouldn’t have dared to dream of before.

Building a new house for Greg was also put on the schedule.

Seeing his aunt so happy made Greg happy, too.

During this time, aside from his daily Qi Refinement, he had secretly visited Riverhaven County several times for Dual Cultivation with Lois.

He also bought a large amount of medicinal herbs from the county and refined quite a few Qi-boosting Pills.

His advancement in Qi Refinement was progressing rapidly. Although there was still some distance from reaching the third level of Qi Refinement, the speed was already fast.

To ascend a level, one needs to double the amount of Spiritual Energy required.

Greg Jensen’s rapid advance to the second level of Qi Refinement, and his start towards the third level, is directly related to the Dual Cultivation Technique from the “Yin Yang Harmony Scripture.”

“Once I break through the third level, I can try setting up low-level Symbol Arrays.”

An excited gleam flashed in Greg’s eyes as he noticed nightfall approaching and decided not to head for Peach Blossom Mountain just yet.

Before leaving the house, he made sure to take a bucket with him.

He planned to catch some Dragon fish after completing his cultivation practice.

Tomorrow, the Reverie Inn would be entertaining Chester Ware, and he had promised Lois Abbott to hold the fort for her there.

He decided to bring a few Dragon fish to provide Lois and the others with a hearty dish.

In a KTV office in Riverhaven County, Brandon Brent wrapped himself in a coat, appearing very cold.

For some reason, though it was clearly summer outside, Brandon always felt a bit chilly.

This symptom had persisted for nearly two months, and no hospital had been able to identify the problem.

In the beginning, the symptoms were mild, but they had since become so severe that he had to layer on multiple articles of clothing.

He had no choice; it was simply too cold.

The coldness that seemed to radiate from his bones even gave him the urge to “hibernate.”

Brandon tightened the coat around him and asked, “When is that old Chinese doctor available?”

The middle-aged man next to him, Carl Stuart, replied promptly, “Young Master Brandon, I’ve already scheduled an appointment for you, it should be about another week.”

Upon hearing this, Brandon’s face immediately darkened as he said coldly, “I don’t have that much time to wait. Find another way.”

“Right away, I’ll try to get an earlier appointment,” Carl Stuart assured him.

Brandon nodded and then asked, “I heard that the Reverie Inn has found Dragon fish?”

Carl Stuart said thoughtfully, “It seems there is such a matter…”

Smack!

Brandon picked up an ashtray from nearby and hurled it at Carl’s head.

“Ah…”

Carl stumbled, clutching his forehead, and staggered back several steps before coming to a stop.

Blood oozed out between his fingers, bright red.

Pointing at him, Brandon yelled furiously, “Damn it, even a useless woman found Dragon fish! And you? You couldn’t even bring me back a single fish scale.

What use do I have for a piece of trash like you, huh?”

Carl’s body trembled slightly, clearly in the grip of extreme fear.

“Young Master Brandon, it’s simply impossible to find the Dragon fish. They are said to have gone extinct long ago,” he said.

“Bullshit! If they were really extinct, where did Lois Abbott find them?”

Left with no choice, Carl ventured, “Young Master Brandon, I suspect that their Dragon fish are fake.”

“Fake? Fake my ass, Chestor Ware is well-known in Riverhaven County for being finicky. Do you think Lois Abbott would be mad enough to play tricks on him?”

“This…”

Carl was dumbfounded, only now realizing the grave mistake he had made by overlooking Chestor Ware.

“So, are Lois Abbott’s Dragon fish real?” he asked.

“No shit. What do you have inside your head? Shit?”

Brandon glared at him irritably and said with a frown, “Didn’t Harry Cooper join you guys for poker recently? I heard he’s come into quite a debt.”

“That’s correct, you mean…”

“Call him now, tell him to come here immediately. If he doesn’t show up, go to his mother for the money.”