The Luckiest Dumb Doctor

Chapter 357: Chapter 357 That Night_1

Mick Simmons stared blankly and said, “Uncle Bradley, you mean to say… Mr. Jensen’s medical skills are truly formidable?”

“Of course, why would I lie to you about such a thing?”

“But…”

Mick Simmons still found it hard to believe. It was already surprising enough that a man in his twenties was nearly a Grandmaster, but could his medical skills also be exceptional?

In his eyes, a person’s energy is limited.

If Greg Jensen could become nearly a Grandmaster in his twenties, he must have devoted all his time to martial arts training; how would he have time to learn medical skills?

Mick Simmons was unaware that Greg Jensen’s medical knowledge was literally imprinted in his mind, requiring no learning—only lacking practical experience.

As long as he was careful during treatments, it wouldn’t be an exaggeration to call his medical skills unfathomable.

“Antonio, your father and I have been friends for decades; I certainly wouldn’t deceive you in this matter.”

Bradley Ford analyzed, “Besides, you want him to stop troubling you, don’t you think you can’t accomplish that by talking alone?”

“You mean…”

“Didn’t Mr. Jensen acquire the Lin family’s company? And now he’s started dealing in medicinal materials.

If you ask me, you should just give Westland Pharmaceuticals to him as an apology, and at the same time, ask him to treat your father. If he’s pleased, won’t this issue be resolved?”

Hearing this, Mick Simmons hesitated. The Simmons family owned quite a few assets, with Westland Pharmaceuticals being just one of them.

If Greg Jensen really could cure his father’s illness, giving away Westland Pharmaceuticals would be no big deal, but if he couldn’t, then that would be an unsatisfactory loss.

After thinking for a long time, he tentatively asked, “Uncle Bradley, how about I first find some of the old medicines at home and send them to Mr. Jensen as an apology.

As for the shares of Westland Pharmaceuticals, should we wait until he has cured my father’s illness before giving them to him?”

Bradley Ford sneered, “Stop playing those little tricks. If you don’t offer a significant gift, why would he bother treating your father?

You just don’t see the big picture. Mr. Jensen is nearly a Grandmaster, a Grandmaster in his twenties. Do you realize how valuable that is as an investment?

He’s just getting started now, so you have the opportunity to give gifts. Once his reputation establishes itself, do you think he’ll care about your petty cash?”

Mick Simmons startled, and suddenly came to his senses. Bradley Ford was right; even a fool could see Greg Jensen’s limitless potential—couldn’t others?

They would swarm to him like sharks to blood, eagerly offering money, goods, and even women to Greg Jensen.

By that time, a small Westland Pharmaceuticals wouldn’t even catch his eye.

“Antonio, those who are nearest to the river get their water first!”

Mick Simmons’s heart shuddered, his eyes gaining clarity as he smiled and said, “Uncle Bradley is right, let’s do it this way.”

“Haha, I’m glad you’ve seen reason,” Bradley Ford laughed heartily, greatly relieved.

Then Mick Simmons suddenly stood up, deeply bowed to Bradley Ford, and said, “Uncle Bradley, I’ll have to trouble you with the following matters.

As long as this is taken care of, from hereafter, our Simmons family will look to you for leadership.”

Bradley Ford laughed heartily, patting his shoulder, “Antonio, you’re thinking about it wrong. In the future, our Ford family will be the ones taking orders from Mr. Jensen.”

“Right, follow Mr. Jensen’s orders.”

Mick Simmons laughed easily, visibly relieved. Looking at Bradley Ford’s attitude, the family’s affairs seemed to be in good hands.

However, the paperwork still had to be prepared first.

Bradley Ford smiled and said, “Alright, you go back and get ready. In a couple of days, we will visit Peach Blossom Village together to meet Mr. Jensen.”

“Okay, I’ll go prepare right now.”

“Good, Joshua, see Antonio out.”

“Yes, Grandpa.”

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Watching the Simmons brothers leave, Tracy Miles asked curiously, “Grandpa, is Greg really that amazing?”

Bradley Ford laughed heartily, “Your brother Greg is much more incredible than you think. After all, he’s the only person in history who became a half-step Grandmaster in his twenties.”

…

This year, the snow fell particularly heavily. After Greg Jensen, Lindsey Wolfe, and others finished eating, the snow had reached ankle depth.

While the three adults were clearing the dishes, Esther Jensen had already geared up, putting on her down jacket and hat, clamoring to go build a snowman.

Lindsey Wolfe couldn’t win against her, and with Trey Holmes, this girl who hadn’t grown up, also looking at her with hopeful eyes, she had no choice but to agree.

As for Greg, he didn’t mind at all. With his True Qi to protect him, the wind and snow outside were no trouble at all.

“Awesome, we can finally build a snowman!”

Seeing her mom agree, Esther Jensen was so happy she almost jumped up, and Trey Holmes also squinted her eyes into crescent moons with joy.

The group cleared the dishes at top speed and, seeing that the snow had stopped, went outside with brooms and other tools.

At first, everything was fine until Esther Jensen called Lindsey Wolfe a couple of times without getting a response, and then threw a snowball at her.

The snowball fight was on the verge of eruption!

In the beginning, everyone was battling individually, but later on, the two women and one child suddenly realized that not only did Greg throw accurately, but he could also throw from a distance.

Thus, the concerted attack on Greg began!

Late at night, an exhausted Esther Jensen had already gone to bed early to sleep.

Trey Holmes didn’t have trouble sleeping in a new bed either; once she lay down, she drifted off into dreams.

All was silent.

Greg Jensen sat cross-legged on the bed, ran through the Guidance Technique a few times, then took a bath. Just as he was about to sleep, the door suddenly opened.

Out of the darkness, a voluptuous figure tip-toed to the side of the bed and carefully slid in.

Greg stiffened, and before he could react, he was engulfed in softness.

“We’ve already kissed, why be shy now?”

Lindsey Wolfe whispered in his ear, her breath as fragrant as an orchid, with the fresh scent of her hair enveloping him, stirring Greg’s heart and mind.

“Greg, I miss you so much…”

At that whisper, Greg felt as if his body was about to explode, and without further restraint, he wrapped his arms around Lindsey Wolfe.

In the dark, the sound of rustling continued incessantly.

For fear of waking Esther Jensen and Trey Holmes, the two of them even pressed their voices very low.

Those faint sounds were all the more tantalizing to the senses.

Outside the house, snowflakes drifted and the cold wind bit to the bone, but inside it was as warm as a melting furnace, dissolving all hearts, minds, and flesh.

After the snow had settled, Lindsey Wolfe nestled in Greg’s arms, her face bearing a satisfied smile.

In the morning, when Greg woke up, Lindsey Wolfe’s figure was no longer by his side, and he didn’t know when she had left.

He smiled at the empty spot beside him, got dressed, and went to wash up.

As he stepped out of his room, he heard the sound of the kitchen exhaust fan. Peering in, he saw Lindsey Wolfe swaying her plump rear, cooking.

Greg tip-toed over quietly and suddenly hugged her from behind, resting his head on her shoulder.

“Ah…”

Lindsey Wolfe shivered in fright, but turning and seeing it was Greg, she couldn’t help but roll her eyes at him, scolding, “You gave me quite a scare.”

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