The Luckiest Dumb Doctor

A moment later, he suddenly felt itchy all over his body.

Then, his entire body began to itch uncontrollably.

That deep, bone-deep itchiness made him extremely uncomfortable, and he wished he could peel off a layer of his skin.

“Dad, there’s something wrong with the medicine you gave me…”

Seeing his son’s miserable state, Wallace Carter immediately realized that the medicine Greg Jensen had given was not for treating his arm but was poison.

His anger surged, and just as he was about to pick up the phone to settle the score with Greg Jensen, he suddenly remembered that the man had given him another pill.

He took out the other pill and examined it closely, muttering to himself, “Could this one be the antidote?”

“Antidote? Give me the antidote, I need the antidote, quick…” Theo Carter lay on the ground, writhing in pain.

Wallace Carter was about to hand the pill to his son, but then he suddenly remembered Greg Jensen’s words.

After half an hour, give him the other pill.

Wallace Carter instantly understood that he had promised Greg Jensen he would never let Theo Carter do as he pleased again, and this pill and the so-called antidote were a test for him.

It was a test to see if he could harden his heart and let his son endure half an hour of pain; if he couldn’t ensure that, there was no point in discussing anything else.

“Theo, bear with it a little longer, just half an hour.”

“Dad, I really can’t hold on any longer, it’s too itchy…”

Theo Carter rolled frantically on the floor, scratching wounds onto his body.

Wallace Carter sighed helplessly. Although he often scolded his younger son, seeing him in such pain still made him feel very distressed.

After what seemed like an eternity, Theo Carter was exhausted from the torment and could only whimper. Wallace Carter finally came over with the antidote and pried his son’s mouth open to administer it.

After taking the medicine, Theo Carter instantly stopped itching and lay on the ground, gasping for breath with big gulps of air.

After that ordeal, Theo Carter suddenly calmed down. With his father’s help, he slowly got up and then said, “Dad, was that pill from Greg Jensen?”

Wallace Carter’s heart skipped a beat, and he quickly responded, “Yeah, you can’t provoke him anymore.”

“Dad, I know, we can’t afford to mess with him.”

A wry smile appeared on Theo Carter’s face as he mused, “I thought I was going to die just now. I didn’t expect to survive. I’m thoroughly convinced now.”

“Don’t think too much about it. Tomorrow I’ll take you to get your arm treated. After that, just focus on your studies and don’t cause trouble anymore.”

“Dad, I got it.”

Theo Carter sighed and returned to his room to rest.

Wallace Carter stood in the living room for a while, recalling his son’s recent expressions, but then he suddenly paused and wondered to himself, “Theo, is this what they call a profound awakening?”

He shook his head. No matter how his son changed, he was still his own son after all.

…

Greg Jensen and Vince Cooper were not full yet, so after returning to Wanhe Home, they prepared to make some more food.

Vince Cooper asked with a smile, “What do you want to eat? I’ll make it for you.”

Greg Jensen was taken aback and exclaimed, “You can cook? Girls who know how to cook are rare these days.”

“Of course, I can. I’m from the countryside, and I’ve been helping my mom cook and do chores since I was little. I’m used to it.”

“You’re pretty amazing.” Greg Jensen said with a laugh.

“Of course.”

Vince Cooper smiled proudly and asked, “So, tell me, what do you want to eat?”

“I want to eat everything.”

Greg Jensen looked at her with a mischievous grin.

Vince Cooper’s cheeks flushed, and she muttered, “Stop messing around, I need to go cook.”

“It’s okay, it won’t take long.”

“Ah, I’m not talking to you anymore.”

Vince Cooper rolled his eyes at him and walked into the kitchen to start cooking.

In less than half an hour, two bowls of steaming pork strip noodles were served.

“Come on, try it and see how it tastes.”

Vince Cooper sat down in front of Greg Jensen, her face filled with anticipation as she looked at him.

Greg Jensen took a couple of bites and couldn’t help but give a thumbs-up, praising, “Indeed, it’s good. You better eat quickly too, or it won’t taste as nice later.”

“Mhmm.”

Vince Cooper picked up her chopsticks and said with a happy smile, “Let’s eat!”

The two quietly ate their meal, and in the silent air, a bit of warmth was now added.

After the meal, they cleaned up the bowls together and then prepared to bathe and sleep.

“Shall we bathe together?”

“No… ”

“Well, that’s not up to you!”

It was a golden opportunity that Greg Jensen certainly wasn’t going to miss.

Amid Vince Cooper’s shrieks, she was lifted into the air and carried straight into the bathroom by Greg Jensen.

Soon, the sound of showering and the couple’s playful noises filled the bathroom.

A short while later, the steam rose, causing them both to sweat profusely.

The pair frolicked for over an hour before finally walking out, wrapped in each other’s embrace.

Back in bed, Vince Cooper rested on Greg Jensen’s chest while Greg Jensen lay with his eyes closed, feeling the increase in his True Qi.

As expected, the True Qi he gained when he was with Vince Cooper was significantly more than what he gained with Lois Abbott and the others.

Continuing at this rate, and with enough Blood Qi Pills, Greg Jensen should be able take his Qi Refinement to the fifth level soon.

Right now, without invoking his True Qi, Greg Jensen could lift a 200-pound weight with one hand; if he used his True Qi, he could lift about double that.

If he reached the fifth level of Qi Refinement, his strength should increase considerably.

After entering the mid-stage of Qi Refinement, not only strength but also speed and all the senses would be enhanced to different extents.

That evening, when dealing with the punk, Greg Jensen’s ability to approach quickly was partly due to his light body technique, but his own speed was also crucial.

“Qi Refinement fifth level, huh!”

Greg Jensen’s eyes were filled with longing, and he muttered, “I wonder when I’ll be able to reach Foundation Establishment.”

Vince Cooper looked up and asked, “What did you say? I didn’t hear you.”

“I said I’m hungry again.”

“Shall I go make you some late-night snacks?”

“Sure, let’s have some late-night snacks.”

“Hey, didn’t you want late-night snacks?”

“Yeah, is there a problem?”

“No, it’s just… weird… Why would you want to eat late-night snacks in the bedroom?”

…

At Ceaser Club, Jay Brent frowned, cigar in his mouth, “What’s going on with Anton Stuart’s side? Why haven’t we taken it down yet?”

The manager, Louie Harrison, said angrily, “That Chestor Ware from Riverhaven County doesn’t know what’s good for him. I told him we had our eye on Anton Stuart’s factory, yet he still had the nerve to make an offer.”

“Aiden Clark, he doesn’t appreciate kindness, huh?”

Dwayne Lloyd, one of Jay Brent’s top men known for his hot temper, became angry upon hearing Chestor Ware’s lack of respect and said:

“Big Brother, should I send some guys to teach that old kid a lesson, make him realize who owns Jamae City?”

Jay Brent looked up, putting his cigar in the ashtray, and said indifferently:

“Stop thinking about fighting and killing all the time. Haven’t you seen Wallace Carter has already gone legit?”