The Luckiest Dumb Doctor

Just as they were about to reach home, he suddenly remembered the young man’s words, hesitated for a moment, and said, “Xiao Wu, let’s go to Jamae Hospital.”

“Now?”

“Yes, let’s go now, better early than late!”

“Alright, Director.”

Director Wang didn’t understand why, but there was something about that young man in his twenties that inexplicably made people trust him.

When he arrived at the hospital and looked at the empty lobby, he gave a bitter smile and said helplessly, “I can’t believe I actually took his word for it.”

Driver Xiao Wu asked, “Director, shall we still get the check-up?”

“Let’s do it. Now that we’re here, I won’t feel at ease without a check-up.”

“It’s all because of that Greg Jensen, blabbering nonsense for no reason.”

Director Wang scolded with a laugh, “Alright, stop complaining and hurry up to fill out the form. The sooner we finish the check-up, the sooner we can go home and sleep.”

“Okay.”

Registering for the emergency, filling out forms, going through the check-up, more than half an hour passed before the CT scan results finally came out.

Director Wang sat in front of the doctor as if nothing was wrong, and asked, “Doctor, can you see any problems in this scan?”

The doctor was initially skeptical because the symptoms of cerebral thrombosis are difficult to detect in the early stages; it’s usually only known after the onset of the disease.

Moreover, seeing Director Wang’s relatively young age, he thought there likely wouldn’t be any issues.

However, when he saw the CT report, his complexion immediately changed.

After a moment, the doctor looked at Director Wang with a surprised face and asked, “That… May I ask, how did you know you had cerebral thrombosis?”

Director Wang was taken aback, then realized and said in shock, “You mean I really have cerebral thrombosis?”

“Indeed, the symptoms are mild, but it is cerebral thrombosis.”

The doctor, while looking at the report, continued, “You’re lucky you came early. Just an IV drip will do. If it were a few days later, it would have been dangerous.”

“Oh, then quickly prescribe me the medication.”

“That’s your friend, right? Have your friend pay first, then a nurse will set up the IV for you.”

After the doctor finished speaking, he asked again, “Hey, you still haven’t told me, how did you know you had cerebral thrombosis?”

Director Wang smiled awkwardly and said, “I have a friend who knows a bit of Chinese medicine. He noticed I looked pale, so he took my pulse.

He said I showed some signs of cerebral thrombosis, but I didn’t believe him.”

“Ha, your friend doesn’t just ‘know a bit’ of Chinese medicine; he knows it exceedingly well.”

The doctor couldn’t help but express his admiration, “In today’s society, there aren’t many practitioners of Chinese medicine who can diagnose cerebral thrombosis just by taking the pulse.”

“Is he really that impressive?”

“Of course. Don’t you trust my professional judgment?”

Director Wang replied with a sheepish grin, “I trust you, of course. I just find it hard to believe that he could identify my illness so easily.”

“Not just you, even I, who have been practicing medicine for over a decade, find it hard to believe.”

The doctor chuckled and casually asked, “By the way, your friend must be quite old, right?”

“He… is only in his twenties.”

“How old?”

The doctor’s voice suddenly rose several decibels, as if he had heard something terrifying, his eyes wide open in disbelief as he stared at Director Wang.

Director Wang gave a wry smile and said, “He really is just in his twenties, and he looks like he’s not yet twenty-five.”

The doctor took a deep breath and said in awe, “My goodness, that’s a prodigy! So young, yet with such exceptional medical skills.”

Seeing the shock on the doctor’s face, Director Wang realized just how skilled Greg Jensen really was.

Those who manned the emergency room were always seasoned doctors with over a decade of experience. To be praised by such a doctor, how impressive must Greg’s medical skills be?

Director Wang frowned, stood up, and went out to the hallway to call Pearl Walker.

It was already past eleven at night, and Pearl Walker had long since gone to bed. Hearing her phone ring, she answered the call with her eyes still closed.

She said irritably, “Who is it? Calling in the middle of the night?”

“It’s Jonathon Milton!”

“Ah, Chief?”

Pearl Walker immediately perked up, hastily sitting up in bed and asked with a fawning smile, “Chief, calling so late, do you have any work orders for me?”

“Unseal Dreamscape Garden before ten tomorrow morning.”

“Dreamscape Garden?”

Pearl Walker was stunned, then forced a chuckle, “Chief, has someone approached you? This matter, um…”

Jonathon Milton cut her off directly, saying sternly, “I’m not asking for your opinion, I’m informing you. Do you understand what I mean?”

Pearl Walker’s face changed slightly, helplessly responding, “Okay, I understand.”

After hanging up the phone, she frowned, pondering for a moment before calling Lena Holmes.

Lena Holmes quickly picked up, saying cheerfully, “Section Chief Walker, what instructions do you have this late?”

“Listen, I’m not getting involved in the Dreamscape Garden case anymore,” Pearl Walker said sternly.

Lena Holmes was taken aback, managing a forced laugh, “Section Chief Walker, didn’t you already seal off Dreamscape Garden?”

“The chief just called me. We have to unseal it by ten o’clock tomorrow morning. You understand what this means, right?”

“I… I understand.”

“Good if you understand.”

Lena Holmes opened her mouth, wanting to say something more, but the call had already been disconnected.

“Pretty capable, actually went straight to the chief.” She said with a cold face, gritting her teeth, “Since you’re so eager to renovate, then keep at it. If you can open it after you’re done, Lena Holmes will take your last name.”

…

Having had a late-night snack, Greg Jensen got up a bit late, and by the time he arrived at the dining room, breakfast was already prepared.

Three girls were chatting and laughing as they ate.

Seeing Greg Jensen had gotten up, Vince Cooper hurriedly stood up and served him some porridge, and also picked up two freshly fried dough sticks and placed them on his plate.

“Thank you.”

Greg Jensen thanked her, and happened to sit opposite Ryan Lampe. Remembering last night’s madness, he couldn’t help feeling guilty.

He turned his head to glance at Vince Cooper beside him and seeing that she hadn’t noticed, he then felt relieved enough to enjoy his breakfast.

Ryan Lampe quietly ate her meal, occasionally lifting her head, only to meet Greg Jensen’s eyes. Her lovely face flushed bright red, like the rising sun outside the window.

Vince Cooper looked at the two of them, said nothing, and continued eating.

After breakfast, Greg Jensen dropped the three girls off at school.

“Ryan, Angela, go on ahead. I want to speak with the gentleman for a moment.”

“Hmm.”

Angela Stuart didn’t think much of it, but Ryan Lampe started to get nervous. She glanced at Vince Cooper, then at Greg Jensen, and followed Angela out of the car.

After watching them get out, Vince Cooper suddenly turned her head, asking with a smile, “Do you like Ryan?”

“Not at all.”

Greg Jensen said somewhat guiltily, smiling, “We just met; how can there even be talk of liking or not liking.”

Vince Cooper stared at Greg Jensen’s face, smiling gently, “It’s okay, if you like her just say it. Ryan is easy to chase.

She just broke up with her boyfriend. If you put in some effort, you could definitely win her over.”

Greg Jensen was taken aback, asking curiously, “What about you if I start something with her?”

“It doesn’t affect the two of us. After all, I can’t keep you in check, you philandering radish,” she said.

“You don’t mind?”

Vince Cooper’s face darkened, hurt, “So you really have your sights set on Ryan.”