The Luckiest Dumb Doctor

Upon seeing Greg, Spencer Burley’s face instantly lit up with joy, “Big Brother Greg, you finally came out. We’ve almost yelled ourselves hoarse.”

“Wiry are you guys here?” Greg asked in surprise.

Adrian Wright said, “Just now, Alfredo Harrison called me and mentioned that you’re going to buy Dreamscape Garden?”

“Yeah.”

“Oh, Big Brother Greg, that garden can’t be bought. That garden… there are often incidents…”

Worried he wouldn’t believe it, Spencer Burley hastily recounted all the incidents that had happened in Dreamscape Garden over the recent years, one by one.

After listening, Greg laughed, “I attended university in Jamae City before, and I’ve heard all about these things.”

“You still want to buy it after hearing all that?” Adrian Wright said in disbelief.

Greg shook his head with a smile, “Don’t worry, there’s a minor Feng Shui issue here; it’ll be fine once it’s fixed.”

“A Feng Shui issue?”

“You understand Feng Shui?”

Both Adrian Wright and Spencer Burley looked at him with dazed faces, obviously somewhat incredulous.

Greg laughed and said, “I know a little, that’s all. Feng Shui, in reality, is just about the impact of the environment on people. When the environment is pleasant, making people comfortable and cheerful, naturally, the Feng Shui is good.

If the environment is unpleasant, causing irritability or even endangering health, that’s when the Feng Shui is bad.”

“Uh, it sounds quite simple, but…”

“Haha, trust me, it’s just a minor issue.”

Greg chuckled heartily, looking entirely unconcerned.

Glancing at Dreamscape Garden, Spencer Burley felt only a deep, dark gloom at the sight of the grand doors, giving rise to an inherent sense of dread.

He swallowed hard and looked over at Adrian Wright.

With earnest concern, Adrian Wright said, “Big Brother Greg, Jamae is so big; there’s no need to be so fixated on this house.

Listen to me, invite Alfredo Harrison for a meal tomorrow, and let’s just drop this matter. After all, you haven’t given him any money.

In a few days, I’ll help you look around, and we will definitely find a garden that satisfies you.”

Greg shook his head with a smile, “No need, I’ll just buy Dreamscape Garden.”

“But…”

“No buts. Although Jamae City is vast, there isn’t another garden as nice and as affordable as Dreamscape Garden.”

Seeing that Greg was unpersuadable, Adrian Wright could only sigh in resignation, “Okay then, go ahead and do whatever you want confidently.

If it really doesn’t work out, we’ll just find another garden, and if you’re short on money, we can help chip in.”

“Right, money’s not the problem,” Spencer Burley chimed in.

A warmth filled Greg’s heart as he smiled, “With what you two are saying, I’m more than content. Come on, let’s drink, my treat.”

“Alright!”

That evening, the three of them drank until they were utterly plastered.

Greg rarely drank so much, and when he did, he would discreetly dissolve the alcohol with his True Qi.

However, this time, he chose not to do so, mainly because he wanted to get thoroughly drunk.

After so many years, friends from the past had long since lost touch.

Although Adrian Wright and Spencer Burley were from wealthy backgrounds, they were of good character and open-hearted, truly rare candidates for friendship.

Being able to be friends with them brought Greg great joy, so he had a few extra drinks.

Afterward, he returned to his room at the club to sleep.

Just as he was drifting off, he suddenly sensed some noise at the door.

Still groggy with intoxication and too lazy to open his eyes, he simply asked, “Who’s there?”

A pleasant voice answered, “Mr. Jensen, it’s me, Vince Cooper. Mr. Wright knew you had too much to drink, so he sent me to take care of you.”

“No need, I can manage on my own.”

Greg waved his hand and fell back to sleep.

Vince took a hesitant glance at Greg, who was asleep in his clothes, then tiptoed over to start undressing him.

Groggy and half-asleep, Greg felt his clothing being removed and figured that Vince would leave after undressing him, so he did not mind and fell into a deep sleep once more.

After an indeterminate length of time, he jolted awake and looked down, instantly stunned.

“What… what are you doing?”

“Finishing what we didn’t get to do during the day.”

“But…”

“Adrian already paid me, and I certainly don’t want to give the money back.”

With a charming smile, Vince lifted the quilt and pounced, her lips finding his in a direct kiss.

Feeling the slippery body in his arms, Greg, who hadn’t indulged in a buffet for a long time, couldn’t hold back anymore.

The temperature in the room soared instantly, and the amorous atmosphere rippled out like a stone thrown into a lake.

The battle raged until they collapsed from exhaustion, only then did they embrace each other to sleep.

The next morning, Greg slowly opened his eyes, looked to the side, but found the room empty.

The long hair left on the pillow and that smudge of bright red told him that last night was not a dream.

“Goodness, she made a quick escape.”

Thinking back to the wild night, Greg shook his head with a wry smile, circulated his True Qi, and then paused, astonished.

He realized that the True Qi he gained last night was significantly more than usual.

“Could it be that girl’s physique is special? Or is it…”

Greg paused for a moment, then shook his head dismissively, about to get out of bed when he noticed a note on the bedside table.

He picked up the note, and the elegant handwriting caught his eye.

“Mr. Jensen, thank you for a wonderful night. Best wishes!”

The straightforward words left Greg momentarily dazed, his heart unexpectedly feeling a tinge of loss.

“Was it all just a transaction after all?”

Greg smiled resignedly, got up to wash, and then walked out of the room feeling refreshed and clear-headed.

“Good morning, Mr. Jensen. Adrian and Spencer haven’t gotten up yet. Would you like me to take you to the restaurant for breakfast?”

“Hmm, yes, that would be nice.”

“Very well, please follow me.”

The waitress wore a cheongsam, her slender waist and alluring curves quivering as she walked.

It was clear that the waitress was deliberately flaunting her beauty, but such contrived movements failed to pique Greg’s interest.

Instead, his mind wandered back to that somewhat inexperienced girl.

Soon, Greg followed the waitress to the restaurant, pulled out a hundred-dollar bill, handed it to her with a “Thanks for your troubles,” and then entered the dining area.

The waitress received the tip but didn’t look pleased at all; instead, her face registered disappointment.

Greg couldn’t care less, picked a spot to sit down, ordered some breakfast items at random, and started eating.

The restaurant was sparsely populated with only a few diners; after all, the club was more of a playground, and not many people stayed overnight.

Not minding much, Greg ate his breakfast while looking at the photos of Dreamscape Garden he had taken the day before.

Awhile later, Adrian Wright and Spencer Burley walked in.

Spencer sat opposite Greg with a grin, blinking and asking, “Big brother Greg, how was last night’s fun?”

Greg glared at him and retorted, “This was your idea again, wasn’t it?”

Spencer replied with a smile, “Big brother Greg, you’re wronging me this time.

I don’t own this club; I can’t command those people.”

As he spoke, he deliberately glanced at Adrian beside him.