The Luckiest Dumb Doctor

In the middle of the courtyard, there was a small table with grinding stones and other tools on it.

Greg Jensen sat behind the table, earnestly sharpening an engraving knife.

The engraving knife was found in his high school pencil box, which everything else had been burned to ashes, but the knife alone was perfectly preserved.

After so many years, there were some rust marks on the blade, and the edge was no longer sharp; it needed re-edging.

Like he didn’t see Brandon Brent, Greg continued to lower his head and sharpen the knife.

Seeing this, Brandon didn’t even dare to breathe heavily; he stood there restrained, occasionally glancing at Greg out of the corner of his eye.

Silence fell in the courtyard again, with only the sound of the knife being sharpened, making one’s scalp tingle.

Brandon felt a chill in his heart and several times couldn’t help wanting to call out to Greg but ended up holding back each time.

“Let those people outside scram first,” Greg suddenly spoke.

“Okay.”

Brandon wiped the sweat from his forehead and walked out uneasily, saying to several bodyguards, “You guys go down to the foot of the hill and wait for me.” “Young Master Brent, we need to ensure your safety,” one of them said.

“Just scram, that’s the best guarantee of my safety,” Brandon ordered.

Seeing no other option, the bodyguards turned and left.

Watching their retreating figures, Brandon let out a quiet sigh of relief; those bodyguards seemed tough on any other day, but compared to Greg, they were nothing.

Thinking of Greg’s terrifying skills and his unfathomable methods, Brandon couldn’t help but shiver.

He took a deep breath and walked back into the courtyard with extreme caution.

After another wait, Greg set down the engraving knife and slowly lifted his head, scoffing, “Not playing anymore?”

Thud!

Without thinking, Brandon kneeled on the ground, his voice trembling, “Mr. Jensen, I was blinded by my own stupidity before, 1 deserve to die…”

Smack!

Being a ruthless man himself, he slapped his own face without a word and then stuttered:

“As long as you forgive me, I’m willing to do anything you say.”

“Really willing?”

“Willing, even if it means being a dog.”

Brandon lifted his head, his face wearing a flattering smile.

Compared to dignity, his life was more important.

Moreover, if he could get on Greg’s good side, he might gain unimaginable benefits.

Greg frowned, a look of disgust flashing in his eyes, hesitated for a moment, then took out a pill of Sanqing Dan antidote and threw it on the ground, saying indifferently:

“Eat it; it will prevent the poison from acting up for a week!”

“Thank you, Mr. Jensen. From today on, you are my boss; whatever you tell me to do, 1’11 do it,” Brandon said, overjoyed as he picked up the antidote, not bothering to wipe it, and shoved it in his mouth, swallowing it down in one gulP-

One week did seem a bit short, but at least it showed that Greg had accepted him.

As long as he performed well, he was sure to gain Greg’s trust and completely purge the deadly poison from his body.

Greg watched his performance and was fairly satisfied, sternly warning, “Let me make it clear to you, if 1 hear of you causing trouble again, don’t think about getting the antidote next time.”

“Rest assured, Mr. Jensen, I will never do anything bad again.”

“Alright, get lost now; I have more to do here,” Greg said with a wave of his hand, adding, “Oh, and make sure to deal with the business at the scenic area.” “Yes, sir, you can count on me to handle it.”

Brandon bowed respectfully and then left the small courtyard.

After stepping out of the gate, he finally relaxed completely, his face showing a touch of joy, even feeling that through misfortune, he had received an enormous opportunity.

He was about to walk down the mountain when he suddenly saw someone climbing up. On closer inspection, he felt the person looked somewhat familiar.

Soon, the middle-aged man walked past him and entered Greg Jensen’s courtyard without so much as a sideways glance.

Uncle Hall?

Brandon Brent suddenly remembered—the man who had just brushed past him was none other than Uncle Hall’s brother, Big Liu.

What was he doing here?

Seeing the respectful manner in which Big Liu entered the door and considering his own current identity, Brandon Brent immediately realized what was happening, and his expression turned strange.

Could he have been won over as well?

Could it be that Uncle Hall really was killed by Mr. Greg?

Brandon Brent shivered and didn’t dare stay any longer, hurrying down the mountain.

He made up his mind that, no matter what, he would never go against Greg Jensen’s wishes, lest he disappear without a trace someday.

Inside Er Ye’s small courtyard, Greg Jensen saw Big Liu come in and nodded, saying, “Have a seat, I’ve got something to discuss with you.”

“Okay.”

Big Liu sat cautiously beside him and said with an ingratiating smile, “Mr. Greg, what would you like me to do?”

“Go and tell your younger brother, Third Liu, to lease that plot of land at the west end of the village.”

“That plot on the west side? What do you want with that land, Mr. Greg? It’s all weeds.”

Big Liu was puzzled, “If you want some land to plant vegetables on, couldn’t 1 just arrange for some from someone else’s allotment?”

Greg Jensen frowned and scolded, “Old habits die hard, don’t they? Thinking of snatching land from someone else again?”

“No, no, 1 was just saying.”

Big Liu chuckled awkwardly and cautiously asked, “Mr. Greg, may I ask why you want that land?”

“For growing medicinal plants.”

“Growing medicinal plants?”

Upon hearing this, Big Liu couldn’t help but remind him, “Mr. Greg, it’s easy to grow medicinal plants, but it might be a bit difficult if you’re looking to buy them.”

After saying that, he added with a sycophantic smile, “Not to hide it from you, I’ve had similar thoughts before, grew tw’o acres, and planned to sell.”

“But 1 had no sales channels. The money they were offering me was even worse than growing grain.”

“You don’t have to worry about that, I have my ways.”

Greg Jensen looked at him indifferently, “I’ve given you two million, and your little brick factory isn’t doing so well, is it?

I’ll give you a twenty percent stake in the medicinal herb garden. Work hard, and you’ll be well compensated.”

“Thank you, Mr. Greg, I’ll do my best!”

Big Liu was instantly excited upon hearing that.

The business of medicinal herbs is always very profitable. Although it was just the initial stage of cultivation, the profit involved was not small.

A twenty percent share, this could be his ticket to riches!

Thrilled, Big Liu inwardly praised his own decision. He was lucky to have clung to Greg Jensen’s coattails when he did; otherwise, he might not have been alive to talk about making money.

In recent times, his small brick factory had been suffering a lot due to lack of funds.

He was worrying about this when Greg Jensen arranged a great job opportunity for him.

Growing medicinal herbs was indeed far better than running a poor brickyard.

Big Liu excitedly ran off to find Third Liu after saying a word to Greg Jensen.

“The land is covered in wild grass, what do you want with it?”

As the village chief of Peach Blossom Village, Third Liu was puzzled when he heard his older brother wanted to lease the desolate land to the west.

Big Liu didn’t keep it a secret and directly shared plans of growing medicinal plants, but he left out Greg Jensen and simply said he was cooperating with a big boss.

He would have full control over the operation, and once the medicinal plants were ready, the big boss would be responsible for purchasing them.

Upon hearing this, Third Liu got excited and wheedled a five percent share for himself.

The news of Big Liu wanting to grow medicinal herbs spread quickly, and along with it, job hiring information was disseminated..