The Luckiest Dumb Doctor

Micah Brent went to the restroom to look in the mirror and noticed his complexion was indeed a bit cyanotic. He wondered:

“Strange, my face looked pretty normal when I washed it just now, how come…”

“Dad, could it be that poison acting up?”

“What poison, don’t listen to his nonsense.”

Micah said disdainfully, “It might just be some minor issue, he’s probably just trying to scare me.”

Before he finished speaking, Micah suddenly felt his legs go weak.

Soon after, he collapsed onto the floor.

Brandon, who was about to leave, was startled and quickly ran over, intending to help his father up.

However, Micah felt as if his legs were not his own; not to mention exerting strength, he couldn’t even feel a hint of sensation.

Then, he lost sensation in his arms as well.

Micah panicked immediately, recalling the words Greg had said before leaving, and couldn’t help but feel a mix of fear and horror.

“He knew all along…”

“Knew what?”

Brandon was taken aback, not sure what his father was referring to.

Micah looked up in fear and urged, “Your friend, he knew I was going to be poisoned, quick… call him.”

“All, okay… I’m calling right now.”

Seeing his father like this, Brandon also panicked, fumbling to take out his cell phone, and called Greg.

Beep…

Father and son listened to the dial tone on the phone, feeling each moment drag on infinitely long.

After what seemed like an eternity, Greg finally answered the call.

Brandon said urgently, “Mr. Greg, something’s happened to my dad.”

“Let your dad speak to me.”

Greg’s tone was very cold, as if devoid of any emotion.

Brandon quickly looked at his father and gave him a look, signaling him to speak.

Seeing this, Micah froze instantaneously.

Expect me, a dignified Director of the Inspection Department, to plead to a twenty-something-year-old?

How is that possible?

If he really did that, how could he continue serving as the head of the Inspection Department?

With a face ashen, Micah remained silent.

“Dad, say something,” Brandon pleaded beside him, lowering his voice and urging incessantly.

Micah’s face was incredibly grim, but he suddenly realized that his arms started to lose sensation as well. He hurriedly said, “Mr. Greg, please help me detoxify.”

“Wait.”

After all, Greg still needed Micah to do things for him, so he didn’t make things difficult. He hung up the phone and then returned to the Brent Family’s home.

By the time he arrived, Micah could not move anything below his chest and could only twist his neck slightly.

Seeing Greg arrive, he grew agitated and said tremulously, “Mr. Greg, I was wrong, please save me.”

Brandon was sweating with urgency, “Mr. Greg, please look…”

“Help me take off his clothes.”

Micah was clearly different from Chester Ware; his poisoning was more severe, and the symptoms were more dangerous. So Greg didn’t waste time with idle talk. He took out the silver needle and began performing acupuncture on Micah.

As the silver needles were continuously inserted into Micah’s chest, his complexion slowly improved, and his limbs gradually regained sensation.

Greg asked, “How do you feel?”

“A bit numb…”

“Numb is good, you might feel some pain later.”

After Greg spoke, he didn’t wait for Micah to react and slapped him hard on the chest.

Thud!

Micah Brent’s head lolled to one side as he coughed up a large mouthful of black blood.

Moments later, his complexion turned rosy, as if he were flushed with drink.

After much effort, Micah finally regained sensation in his limbs. Though he couldn’t get out of bed just yet, he was able to move.

Brandon Brent sincerely said, “Thank you, Mr. Jensen. I really owe you a lot.”

Greg Jensen sat down on the sofa across from him, casually crossing his legs and said indifferently, “No need to thank me, just helping each other out.”

Micah moved the corners of his mouth, seemingly wanting to express his gratitude but feeling too embarrassed to do so.

Greg Jensen looked at him and said nonchalantly, “Shall we talk?”

A life-saving grace!

Micah had been through the world for years and knew how difficult it was to repay favors, especially one as big as he owed.

He fell silent for a moment, then nodded and said, “You want to deal with Kenny Walker, right? I can help with that.”

Greg Jensen gently shook his head and replied blandly, “Let’s talk about that in a moment. First, let’s discuss who poisoned you.”

Micah had thought Greg Jensen would bring up Kenny Walker again but was surprised that the other man wanted to talk about the poisoning first.

He paused, a wrinkle forming in his brow, as he fell into deep thought.

Brandon didn’t dare to make a sound; he personally brewed a pot of tea, poured a cup for Greg Jensen, and placed it in front of him.

Greg Jensen wasn’t in a rush. He took a sip of the tea and then silently watched Micah.

Seeing this, Micah’s frown deepened.

After all, in the last few days, he had only met with acquaintances—he couldn’t believe any of them would poison him.

“Can’t figure it out?” Greg’s mouth twisted into a sneer.

Micah looked up at him and, in silence, nodded.

Greg said flatly, “Then let me give you a hint, the surname of the person who poisoned you is Zhao!”

” Kenny Walker? ”

Micah’s gaze sharpened, but then he relaxed and frowned, saying, “Mr. Jensen, I’ve already agreed to help you with him, you don’t need to tell me this.”

Greg smiled sarcastically and said, “Don’t believe it? It doesn’t matter. You show the same symptoms of poisoning as Chester Ware, and he’s already found out who the poisoner is.

Give him a call and you’ll know whether I’m telling the truth.”

“ChestorWare?”

Micah watched Greg skeptically, as if trying to ascertain the truth from his face.

Greg smiled, not saying a word. He had specifically called Chester Ware earlier and learned that the poisoner was indeed Kenny Walker.

Otherwise, he wouldn’t have so readily cured Micah of the poison—there had to be some leverage to maintain control.

Now that they had a common enemy, would Micah, with his personality, just sit back and do nothing?

Micah, still not entirely convinced, took out his cell phone and called Chestor Ware.

“That’s right, the person who poisoned you is Kenny Walker.”

Hearing Chestor’s response, Micah immediately fell silent, remembering that he indeed had a meal with Kenny Walker a week ago.

At the start, Kenny had been talking about the scenic area.

But after Micah returned from a trip to the restroom, Kenny didn’t bring it up again.

Looking back on it, that must have been when the poison was administered.

“Damn it, that bastard dared to come at me, he’s asking for it!”

Micah’s face darkened ominously as he lifted his head and said, “Mr. Jensen, don’t worry about this matter; I’ll take care of him.”

Greg’s expression eased into a smile, and he chuckled, “Haha, then I have to thank Chief Brent.”

“No need to be polite, we’re friends, after all.”

Micah glanced at Brandon and laughed, saying to Greg, “If you ever need any help, just say the word. My son Brandon is in your care now.”

“Heh, of course.”

Greg answered offhandedly but inwardly scoffed.

This old fox, always so detached when it’s not his business, but quick to coziness when he sees an advantage.

Unconcerned, Micah chatted away with Greg with a hearty laugh, showing warmth as if he were speaking to a family elder.